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Monthly Archives: February 2003

Trees

I found a lot of trees in recent photos.

Saying Hello to Steve

“Hey, Jeff. How are you?”
“I’m good.”
“It sounds like you have a cold.”
“Oh. No. It’s, umm . . .,” for some reason while hesitating, I pointed off toward the street, “uh, allergies.”
Steve had a puzzled look on his face. He was trying to work out the connection between allergies and the direction [...]

Clean

The Kinko’s clerk commandeered my project after noticing I was looking critically at a dot the copier had left in the top margin of my resume. There were scratches on the copier’s glass, he tried to polish them away with Windex and a paper towel. He called me by my first name, the [...]

Pooh

I spent half the afternoon trying to decide my stand on the clear and clean sky. I can’t quite get a hang of it.
There have been a surprising number of sightings of adults wearing Winnie the Pooh sweatshirts today. I chalked the first one up as an anomaly. But without looking for [...]

The Siege

Is it a message from someone at Borders?

Kettle

The water boils and if the steam weren’t able to escape through the opening in the capped spout, it would reach dynamic equilibrium inside the kettle. (Dynamic equilibrium – one of a handful of things I remember from high school Chemistry.) The cap is a whistle. The escaping steam causes it to [...]

Mamet

“I knew a guy who ate a chair just because nobody stopped him.”
-Lakeboat

Tired

I walk through the wind and arrive for coffee with my ex-girlfriend as a rattled, worn down, tensed up wreck. And I stink, I have big stinking pit stains. We chat and old acquaintances walk past the window. Discussion turns serious. It goes badly – but I guess it would have [...]

La Mancha

I’d misread the movie listings, so I found myself at the theater hours before the first showing of Lost in La Mancha. So I was in the University District with no movie to see. At the University Bookstore, I lost and then found again a collection of vintage photobooth pictures. I walked [...]

Standards

I was glued to the TV through the two hour Joe Millionaire finale; and I was invested enough in the show that I had come up with some half-baked theories. (I was right that he chose Zora, but I thought that it would turn out that she’d been an undercover millionaire the whole time.) [...]