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Monthly Archives: July 2003

Luck?

Tuesday, July 29, 2003

Is it bad luck when a duck bites your finger, or is it good luck? I ask this because it seems like it would be one of those, and also because a duck bit me on the finger.

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Low Gear

Monday, July 28, 2003

I’m pedaling slowly up the hill in low gear. I spy my homeless friend, Robert, on the other side of the street up ahead of me. He’s pacing around outside his church. . .

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Finch

Sunday, July 27, 2003

I’ve been calling all birds of a certain size “sparrow”. But I started second-guessing myself recently. I can pick out several different species among the fluttering masses, and I doubted whether sparrow was broad enough to be used with all of them. So I just looked the word up. . .

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All the Way Around

Friday, July 25, 2003

. . . It doesn’t seem right – going all the way around, when you could just use the bridge.

I agreed with him completely, in principle. Using the bridge did seem better than going all the way around. . .

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Mechanism

Friday, July 25, 2003

Photo Friday – Mechanism Smith Cove Park

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Out of Ambit

Wednesday, July 23, 2003

When I was a teenager, one of my favorite writers was Diane Duane, author of Doctor’s Orders, Spock’s World, The Romulan Way, and you get the idea. The point is, she has a nice weblog, Out of Ambit. When I was fifteen, I used a modified version of the name of one of her character’s, [...]

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POP

Tuesday, July 22, 2003

I had to maneuver around a small conference to get to the cash machines. Two homeless men were joking with a young guy, who looked like he felt a little bit cornered. One of the men made a snappy comment and the kid fumbled for a second but found an adequate response. They shook hands, [...]

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Bookshelf

Monday, July 21, 2003

The stock at a recently opened used bookstore seems carefully chosen, uneven like somebody’s personal library. In the fiction section, there are wide sections of shelf space given over to books by individual authors. There’s a fistful of Italo Calvino books. One of them would fit perfectly in the gap left on my shelf at [...]

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The Unmemorable Man

Sunday, July 20, 2003

There’s a guy I run into sometimes who knows my name and a bit about my background, but I can never remember anything about him. When some personal detail about him comes up in the course of a conversation, I forget it immediately. I guess it’s pretty cruel and self-centered. I don’t remember who he [...]

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Identity

Friday, July 18, 2003

Photo Friday – Identity Westlake Center – 3/22/03

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