Month: September 2004

This weekend I ended up at a baseball game with Samantha, Cat, and Cat’s friend Sameer. The Mariners lost to the Red Sox 8-0. Reagan was president the last time I went to a Mariners game. They lost that game too. Am I bad luck or what?

Oil leaks and antifreeze spills from months or years of parked cars burn a low spot into the middle of a parking space at the Washington Mutual parking lot, and a sparrow sips day-old rainwater from a shallow puddle that’s formed there.

The miniature replica of George W. Bush’s cowboy hat is in the mail, on its way to its new owner. The final bidder paid $26, and that was immediately donated to MoveOn.org. Thank you to everyone who bid. I hope to see Bush wearing that cowboy hat again soon… when he rides into the sunset on Inauguration Day.

Register to vote.

I’m cataloging the books that I picked up yesterday, working on a university press book about race and the justice system. It’s marked with a yellow “Used” sticker from a college bookstore. I flip through the pages and notice some highlighting — Damn, I wouldn’t have picked it up if I’d noticed that. A closer inspection finds that the highlighting is isolated to the first nine pages — the introduction. The corner of the ninth page is bent over as a page marker. The 290 pages that follow appear to be unread — a dropped class. I finish cataloging the book. Now bored of data entry, I refresh Bloglines and click through to a couple of sites. Then I write this blog entry; and just as I’m finishing the sentence that’s three sentences back — “…a dropped class” — one of the bulbs in my desk-side lamp burns out. It flashes blue-white and then the room is dark.

There’s less than a day left to cast a bid on this miniature replica of George W. Bush’s hat. The eBay auction closes Monday at 10:00 am Pacific Time. The high bid, as of Sunday afternoon, is $22.81. The auction proceeds are being donated to MoveOn.org.

We went to The Woodland Park Zoo on Friday. My earliest traceable memory is of a zoo, and since then I’ve been to the San Diego Wild Animal Park a couple of times. The last time was years and years ago. I felt sort of zoo illiterate. But the monkeys eased me into things.