Little details from your day

[tommydski]

i got a hair cut yesterday.

somehow, during the conversation with the barber-girl i managed to make a disparaging remark against hippies.

she told me she was offended by this as she considered herself a hippy. i told her that i disagreed with her as she didn't seem like a hippy to me. she asked me why and i said that she smelled good, was doing a great job on my hair, and had too much "style" to be a hippy.

salut Pure L - this is brilliant. it is like something from curb your enthusiasm or a woody allen film.

i like the way you 'somehow' brought up hippies. i hope you told the bob wetson joke "what's the difference between an onion and a hippy? no-one cries when you slice a hippy". and she considered herself a hippy? why would a hippy get a job cutting hair? it would be like mother teresa getting a job performing abortions.

i now imagine you as a don juan. no doubt the 'L' in your name stands for 'loverboy'....

[dre]

I got home about midnight and parked my car down the block. Just in front of where I parked is a distinctive two-story apartment building which I have often admired for its fine late-60s sensibilities.

Tonight, in the big living room windows on each floor, behind nearly identical curtains, a deep red light was flickering, in time, each window synchronized. It took me a moment to realize that both apartments were watching the same channel on tv.

I sat in my car for a minute watching the pleasing, pulsing glow. Then a wave of incredible sadness washed over me.

That is inspiring.

[Ranxerox]

Came home from working the bar. There was a storm. The tree at the side of the house fell on my girlfriend's car, caging it in but otherwise damaging only a small portion of the fender. Driveable. Today tried to free the car by way of a jack. The weight of the tree appeared to break the limb I was using. After lowering the jack I pulled on the branch and sure enough it cracked badly. I bent over to move the jack to a different branch and, upon standing, discovered hundreds of red and black ants pouring out of the break. Queasy. I go in the house and begin thinking about the hundreds of tiny spider webs along the ceiling run of the front porch. Outside I inspect until I find a trail of ants tracking into the side of the garage. Queasy.

Internet research and a call to pest control.

Acrobat Ants. Not Carpenters or destructive of wood. Phew.

[Chapter Two]

Her dog has made friends with me because I've fed him all her biscuits.


This is the only thing I want to remember about this day. The rest can fuck off.

Be gone, stupid day! Off with you! Ha!

[benadrian]

At my work there is a side door between a warehouse area and the office are where I work. It swigns open about 2/3 of the way before it wedges itself int the concrete floor. When the office gets warm we wedge it open and let cool air from the warehouse area in.

Today, I was walking toward the wedged open door. When I was about a foot or so from the door it breaks loose and the spring pulls it closed. I ran into the door halfway through the swing, which hurt a bit but more than that, it was incredibly frustrating.

That, in addition to a couple other things, made it feel like the world was out to get me.

Ben Adrian

[sunyab]

My wife and I are gonna have another kid in like days, so I've been getting up early to either record (which isn't really working) or to finish all those little projects that never get finished unless one imagines a child eating a 1/2" screw or stubbing a wee baby toe on a projecting nail.

Right, so that isn't working out well, either. Most morning at 5 AM I seem only able to sip coffee in a stupor, or troll around on EA forums. Or both. But this morning I poured my coffee, gazed out the window, and watched one of the world's most hideous creatures -- a grackle -- pull the dessicated old, brown bean vines off our back fence and very carefully arrange them in little piled loops on the grass. Then said grackle would stick his head through one loop, wear the bean vine as a necklace, grab another loop in its beak, and fly the two loops into a tree. Seconds later, process repeats. I watched in awe as this creature very quickly stripped the fence of bean vines, carried 'em two at a time up to his honey's new egg-pad.

And me, sitting on my lazy ass drinking coffee. i should be, like, building a house or something. But instead, my first thought? Report to you, my fellow EA-ers.

The grackles will inherit the earth, I swear to god.

[Christopher_Dragon]

Last night I stopped at the store to get a bottle water and overheard this snippet from a conversation between one of two dirty yo boys and the girl behind the counter.

Dirty Yo Boy (speaking about his friend) : Yeah, he's gay.
He takes it up the ass.

Girl behind the counter: Man... that shit hurts.

To add even more funny to this, she was wearing one of those black pseudo bowling shirts like the ones that usually have flames and shit on them but instead of flames all over it, there were pot leaves.

[Jodi S.]

But this morning I poured my coffee, gazed out the window, and watched one of the world's most hideous creatures -- a grackle -- pull the dessicated old, brown bean vines off our back fence and very carefully arrange them in little piled loops on the grass.

Why do you hate the grackles so?

[BeanMaestroFresh]

I've been walking/jogging a lot at night lately.

Last weekend it was around 2:30 in the morning and I was jogging home from visiting a friend. I was looking above a house on my street and I saw the most beautiful meteor burning up. Bright blue in the center and green on the outside. It was amazing. I thought to myself, "Wow, I bet no one else saw that." I felt lucky.

Last night I was cutting through a huge parking lot and on my way up and out of it, right next to the base of a light-post was a gorgeous black cat. I walked right up to him/her and he/she looked right back at me. We parted ways and I continued home.

[stackmatic]

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[Hosoi]

Stackmatic!

You should change your name to Laugh-O-Matic!

Ha ha ha!

(You're obviously not as funny as me, but who is?)

[Chapter Two]

A very special person I've been corresponding with in the States probably now thinks I'm an asshole.

I was expecting this to be the case a few days ago when I sent her a blow by blow account of some major occurences in my life, some of which really aren't very nice. But lo and behold, it transpires that she would still like to talk to me.

In return for my sending her this piece of writing she sent me a deeply personal work of art drawn from her own experiences. I am deeply honoured and don't want to belittle this by trying to talk where there's no need.

Most of my internet usage takes place at work, but on various computers. If I am not at my own desk but on the Library Service Counter or the Enquiry Desk I have to load up a web-based version of my email account rather than the solid version of it that's in my desk machine. The records of contacts, like the record of favourite websites, changes with each machine depending on what you've done there and depending on what you've deleted etc. On the machine I tried to mail her from yesterday, a woman with the same first name as her but who I haven't spoken to for over a year was in the contacts. She received some emails that were destined for my American correspondent. Instead of telling me that she had no idea what I was talking about, she just sent me some "uh, like, whatever" replies. So I didn't know. To be honest, my fumbling attempts to say something about the first lady's work were so pathetic that I'd have rather the second lady got them. How can you email someone a respectful silence? Well, there are ways I'm sure, but I couldn't think of them yesterday. So, I don't know who got what and which replies I got were from whom, because I've deleted the ones from my desk machine and the ones on the other desk delete themselves when you log off. The second lady finally asked me if I knew who she was this afternoon, and I thought at first it was the first lady losing her mind.

So now I'm about to go home and wonder what the hell my American friend is thinking. I'm not on the net at home so I'll be a-wondering tonight. Hoping she understands.

But I've got her art with me; I'm keeping it with me and taking it home.

[Champion Rabbit]

In the morning I took my tiny kids to the local nature reserve. It was very windy so we spent a significant amount of time throwing dry leaves into the air and watching them alter course.

A good day.

[Arson Smith]

I've been trying to really swim again.

I used to be on the swim team as a junior and senior in high school, when I was in much better shape. It has been a humbling experience to realize just how out of shape I was (and still am). When I first tried to get back into it, I could barely even swim 100 yards continuous without stopping for extra breath.

I looked around on The Internets for ideas on some reasonable goals, so as to have some incentive to push myself a little bit. Here is the plan I found: "ZERO to 1650 in Six Weeks".

I am nearing the end of week 4 of this plan, and today was the first day of this week that I could do the whole routine without really cheating (i.e. taking extra rest between). I'm starting to feel more confident that I can get through the whole six weeks now.

It's a good feeling.

[Mandroid2.0]

This morning I ate a strawberry paczki for breakfast. I have spent the remainder of the day periodically pondering why this pastry's name is pronounced "POONCH-key."

[mrdfnle]

Mmm...Polish lenten pastry

[Pure L]

Last night I stopped at the store to get a bottle water and overheard this snippet from a conversation between one of two dirty yo boys and the girl behind the counter.

Dirty Yo Boy (speaking about his friend) : Yeah, he's gay.
He takes it up the ass.

Girl behind the counter: Man... that shit hurts.

To add even more funny to this, she was wearing one of those black pseudo bowling shirts like the ones that usually have flames and shit on them but instead of flames all over it, there were pot leaves.

Fucking brilliant. Especially the shirt. Priceless.

[The Tyke]

My little boy is seven weeks old today. Already!

Everyday I try to get up as early as possible to spell my wife and to hang with the little guy for as long as possible before I go to work. Sitting in the recliner drinking coffee and listening to music with him is just about as good as it gets I think. I could sit there with him all day long.

And yes, the sun finally came out. We're not getting it quite as bad as the bay area, but it's been dreary. Today I hit golf balls during my lunch hour. Not too shitty either.

[a. james]

today, i was up from the night before at 9am. so i figured i'd take the dog that i'm sitting for his morning walk.

when i met these folks and asked them about their dog they said they didn't "curb" him. so, i wasn't expected to either. they said he's good about where he shits and doesn't typically shit in people's yards.

today, for the second time he shit on someone's flowers. not in. ON. shit ON their flowers.

"you asshole dog. we got to get away fast, c'mon."

after that, i went back and got some sleep.

i was supposed to hang out with my first girlfriend who i hadn't seen in years. she just had her second child. my cellphone died and i missed her call. it's ok. i was sleeping anyway.

earlier today i had some sex with my current girlfriend. after the sex, the washcloth that the sex was mopped up with was tossed haphazardly across the room.

earlier this evening i went searching for the headphones. they were under this washcloth. i'm wearing them on my head right now and they stink of the sex. i'm listening to "an open letter to duke" by charles mingus.

today i went to the snack machine and bought a pack of fruit snacks and smoked a cigarette by myself while polishing off the fruit snacks. candy and cigarettes are second place only to coffee and cigarettes.

my sister who just had her first child in november is on myspace now. she sees all the weird shit in my blog, that i put in the surveys i do when i get bored, and went and checked out my livejournal. my sister now thinks her younger brother is a weird little creep.

that's some details from 13apr06-14apr06. enjoy.

[Devin D. Dixon]

Learned that a fellow EA member was born in the same hospital as I was. Also, we both have cousins who work at DiCarlo's Pizza, in the great Northern Panhandle of West Virginia, Italia.

Thought, perhaps, that we are the same person, unaware of our other selves. I had a brief moment of existential panic. Then I remembered that I am not a character in a Paul Auster novel, and was fine.

The world, she is very very small.