Yesterday, around noon, it was sunny and cool, but warm enough to enjoy driving with the window down. As I headed back from a bank on Chapman Highway, crossing the river back to downtown, listening to Neko Case's Blacklisted, I sense the pitch of pre-winter and the music are perfect, that match in climate and tone that only happens now and then. ( Read more... )

These are the kinds of things that make Jason ridiculously happy to be alive ( Read more... )

Not sure what's up, but I woke up at 6:30 this morning. Lay there a bit til I realized it was useless trying to go back to sleep. Got up, showered, knew I didn't have to be at work til 1 ( Read more... )

Being at a restaurant, just having been brought your food, and then seeing the manager glide down the narrow aisle with a dry plunger in his hand. A few seconds later, seeing him emerge and brush past with a wet plunger.

My potato got cold.

Tonight, I was taking Joe to the weekly Faerie potluck. I had decided to stay home, spend some time here with LiveJournal. On the way across Midtown, we were stopped at a light while a lengthy line of bikers drove past. I was a little irritated that they were stopping traffic without a police escort, but it was over soon enough. I noticed that ( Read more... )

Last night dom_ino and I watched a Pedro Almodovar movie Dark Habits (Entre tinieblas). I love the way it wound the absurd, the farcical, tighter and tighter until it was nearly wrung dry. Almost 18th-century, done in the 80s. A nightclub singer goes into hiding in a convent where the sisters have names like Sister Rat of the Sewers, Sister Damned, and ( Read more... )

dom_ino and I went to the movies Saturday night. I got in line to get us one of those jumbo cokes. The youngish, mousy woman behind the counter took my money, pushed the drink my way, and then sheepishly said, "Excuse me ( Read more... )

A co-worker and friend of mine takes the bus home from here. Yesterday, she was crossing the street across from the library -- 4:30 in the afternoon, Walnut Grove, a busy street ( Read more... )

After my earlier encounter today, just after my dinner break, Stella comes in. I had met her at a party at Rue's place a few months back and hit it off with her. She's -- I imagine -- in her 50's, has reddish and short hair, is tall and thin and full of energy. She's Jewish, I find out -- since she is following some novel about an Orthodox ( Read more... )

The trip home was good. My grandfather -- despite the illness -- was extremely talkative, his humor still sharp. I found myself interested in older relatives, ones I could only barely remember, if even that. So I asked Grand-Daddy about them. He had a lot of stories to tell.

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