Tuesday, August 27, 2002
Sigh. OK. Here goes.
There are a number of things that I need to do today, on this, my last true day of freedom until next summer. One of them is blog, so I am doing that right now and thus fooling myself into feeling productive. I also had to finish rereading Blindess, which I did not like the first time and I did not like any better the second time. But I read it again, in it's entirety. How's that for dedication??
I also need to clean my room, because the best way for me to do my homework is sitting on my floor, and right now there really isn't anywhere on my floor to sit. A fine state of existence for the carefree days of summer, but when the evil, homework-laden days of the school year begin, I need clean (or relatively clean) floorspace. I'll get around to that sometime today. Maybe.
Last night me, Jessy, Kathy, Beth and Hel went bowling. It was fun, even though I lost miserably, as is usual when we go bowling. Poor Hel was given a massive and unexpected wedgie by Beth, at the prompting of Kathy, and that was the main entertainment of the bowling experience. I laughed very, very hard.
Then we mooched around at the Red Rock, and experienced an interesting episode involving a number of young boys, who might have been 3rd graders but also might have been unusually uniformly short people our age, it was quite impossible to tell. This episode terminated with everyone yelling a lot, Helene declaring her love, and Liz very nearly running a red light.
Then we came back to my humble abode with the intent of playing ping pong. Maddie, Noah, Jason and Brian were standing outside Noah's house, so they were assimilated into our happy and rather overexcited little group. Liz assaulted Brian in an outpouring of joy. Ping pong was played. There was some verbal sparring between Maddie and Brian that, at times, bordered very closely on the murderous. It was, shall we say, interesting.
But then, such is life, non?
Maira Kalman did the cover of the New Yorker today. I love her art! It's so cool... and it's so different from a lot of what's out there today. I have all of those books she wrote and illustrated... they are all quite glorious. You know... Hey Willy, See the Pyramids, Chicken Soup, Boots, etc. They give me hope that a career can be had in the art world, in these crazy days and times.
There was a little black and white kitty out on my lawn today. She was adorable! Her fur was fluffy and her eyes were bright yellow. She was very, very friendly. No collar, so I don't know who she belongs to, but she's been over before, so I guess she lives with someone right around here. A friendly cat is always welcome here.
My brother has a habit of making cryptic little lists on small pieces of paper and then leaving them all over the computer desk. They say things like:
Lieberthal Gagne
R. Palmeiro K. Wood
B. Boone Wakefield
Hillenbrand R. Johnson
Garciaparra Astacio
Mondesi Moyer (or something like that, I can't quite read it)
V. Guerrero B. Lawrence
Klesko
R. Ibanez BoSox 098
Now, I think that that has something to do with baseball, because I recognize a few of the names... Nomar, of course... Wakefield, presumably Tim..... Victor Guerrero sounds familiar.... I think maybe they're all pitchers, or something?.....but, you see, I don't know what in the heck this list means. And there are endless numbers of them dotting the computer desk, containing endless variations of last names and enigmatic little abbreviations. It frightens me.
If the above list makes any more sense to you than it does to me, you can enlighten me at siamesecats@meowmail.com.
That's all for now. To close:
Dr. Pepper is a glorious, glorious beverage.
3:42 PM
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