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Hello all. Sorry for the lack of entries lately. Wedding was awesome, airport on return sucked. Got a sunburn, had a blast. Got home, worked crazy hours, didn't sleep enough. Got sick, still working crazy hours, will be more communicative when I'm back to feeling less overwhelmed. In the meantime, here's something to tide folks over:
My Dream Last Night
I am in a lab/classroom wearing a lab coat and protective glasses and holding a comically oversized pear of tweezers. I know that I am waiting for government representatives to arrive so that I can begin a presentation. There is a blackboard behind me, and a lab desk in front. I am nervous. When the government representatives arrive they prove to be a series of brightly-colored toadstool-like creatures between 3 and 12 inches in height. They wave their bodies back and forth and make meeping noises. I find this oddly comforting. I am, after all, taller than they are.
The mushroom-shaped government agents form a neat line and cease meeping. There is an air of expectation. I begin my presentation. I am a gorpologist. I specialize in gorp-decontamination, which involves both cleaning gorp which has been contaminated with other things and other things which have been contaminated by gorp. I show a slide show featuring a shiny metal gorp-cleaning machine, squirrels washing gorp, a series of men in lab-suits cleaning gorp off of a cafeteria floor, and intelligent-looking men wearing lab coats and glasses holding granola breakfast cereal with tweezers and looking very seriously at it.
I am trying to convince them to retain my services in return for a share of any recovered gorp. I do not tell them that I know of a cave nearby with a vein of pure gorp. This cave, I realize, has been my goal from the start. A fortune in gorp. I try not to betray my excitement, or my rising sense of confusion as to what I mean by gorp. I find myself afraid that all of my previous gorp-plans may be undermined by a basic incomprehension as to what gorp is. My audience begins to meep and sway slightly, and I find myself perturbed by my inability to understand.
Suddenly I am running. There is a flash of hall and doors and city streets and then I am running in a field. There are graves nearby, there is a lovely tree ahead, and the sun is shining. I begin to feel very sleepy, so I sit down next to the tree. One of the mushroom-government-men tops the hill, but we both understand that the game is over, so he just slides up and falls asleep in my lap. Soon, I’m sleeping too.
I love my head. It fits my neck pretty well, and it makes me laugh.
Much love,
-Jeremiah
My Dream Last Night
I am in a lab/classroom wearing a lab coat and protective glasses and holding a comically oversized pear of tweezers. I know that I am waiting for government representatives to arrive so that I can begin a presentation. There is a blackboard behind me, and a lab desk in front. I am nervous. When the government representatives arrive they prove to be a series of brightly-colored toadstool-like creatures between 3 and 12 inches in height. They wave their bodies back and forth and make meeping noises. I find this oddly comforting. I am, after all, taller than they are.
The mushroom-shaped government agents form a neat line and cease meeping. There is an air of expectation. I begin my presentation. I am a gorpologist. I specialize in gorp-decontamination, which involves both cleaning gorp which has been contaminated with other things and other things which have been contaminated by gorp. I show a slide show featuring a shiny metal gorp-cleaning machine, squirrels washing gorp, a series of men in lab-suits cleaning gorp off of a cafeteria floor, and intelligent-looking men wearing lab coats and glasses holding granola breakfast cereal with tweezers and looking very seriously at it.
I am trying to convince them to retain my services in return for a share of any recovered gorp. I do not tell them that I know of a cave nearby with a vein of pure gorp. This cave, I realize, has been my goal from the start. A fortune in gorp. I try not to betray my excitement, or my rising sense of confusion as to what I mean by gorp. I find myself afraid that all of my previous gorp-plans may be undermined by a basic incomprehension as to what gorp is. My audience begins to meep and sway slightly, and I find myself perturbed by my inability to understand.
Suddenly I am running. There is a flash of hall and doors and city streets and then I am running in a field. There are graves nearby, there is a lovely tree ahead, and the sun is shining. I begin to feel very sleepy, so I sit down next to the tree. One of the mushroom-government-men tops the hill, but we both understand that the game is over, so he just slides up and falls asleep in my lap. Soon, I’m sleeping too.
I love my head. It fits my neck pretty well, and it makes me laugh.
Much love,
-Jeremiah