I had never really entertained the possibility that people might
read this to track my life. Back to L's crirticism I guess... I'm
talking more about life's impact on me than the minutiae. And the
minutiae are pretty interesting I suppose. I got up at four this
morning to catch a train to catch my plane to come to Tucson for
M's wedding. I sat next to the most absurd guy I've ever shared a
row of airplane seats with. Some kind of incredibly fitful sleeper,
I had to wonder if he's taken drugs to sleep through the flight.
At one point he tried to put his arm on top of my head, and the
whole flight he was elbows, elbows and elbows. The girl on the
other side and I exchanged some sad and humorous glances. Wacky
man. Previously I blew a considerable amount on cab fare to JFK.
Never again. About twice the price of car service. Why did I cab
it, you ask? I was going to train it, right? Well, I stopped at
the bank for a little cash and one happened by. You don't see alot
of cabs in Brooklyn at 430 in the morning so I took it as a sign.
Silly fatalist. It made the connection smooth of course, I was
waiting instead of running. Expensive and smooth.
Now I'm glommed onto the P's wireless network. Just did a Women
in Black protest. Saw Ted and met M's future father in law. Ain't
synchronicity grand? Whatever happens happens, space, time,
whatevah.
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