Tuesday, November 27
Circles in circles (or maybe outside) and ripples, and someone gets upset, or at least uneasy. I'm chagrined, because I thought I was being circumspect, but it's a funny thing, and I guess I'm learning bit by bit. The readership is growing again, and largely choosing to remain silent again. My policies though, I think, haven't changed, not that they were precise to start with.
Clothing: yesterday I was wearing forest green corduroy top and bottoms, which worked better when the shirt was unbuttoned, because red yes made it more difficult to see that the greens don't quite match. But it's a good costume. Today's was the sitting around in the house all day paper writing outfit - the green corrugated sweatpants and the purple sweatshirt, both a little more mature than that, actually olive and plum or something, hummer tee. I put them on after my goddamned glasses broke, just matter-of-factly snapped where they had required adjustments lately, metal finally having had enough of this bending back and forth. The same thing happened to my last pair, towards the end of same semester last year, and fortunately I have the same recourse available: contacts. Well, it won't be bad to wear them the rest of the time, they haven't seen much action lately. Then I walked downtown, singing "Beyond Belief" and "One by One All Day" loudly and happily. Another surreal French class - first a "tour" of the co-op, including a competitive price search and talking to Elizabeth about cereal. Then a tasting at the cheese court. Roquefort, Brie, Saint-Andres, Morbier, Emmenthaler, and a couple more on a large platter with fruits, and a basket of baguettes. Soo much cheese. Really, really, good, but I think that's my meal for the day. Mmmm. Too early for so much cheese. I'm losing it with Syntax. Not getting mad, just falling asleep. Something will shake me up. Ester and I spent a good while going through the documents in preparation for the paper today. I'm not working on it right now. But I'm going to.
and in this almost empty gin palace
through a two-way looking glass you see your Alice
try to trick results and flattery
her body moves with malice
do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
Clothing: yesterday I was wearing forest green corduroy top and bottoms, which worked better when the shirt was unbuttoned, because red yes made it more difficult to see that the greens don't quite match. But it's a good costume. Today's was the sitting around in the house all day paper writing outfit - the green corrugated sweatpants and the purple sweatshirt, both a little more mature than that, actually olive and plum or something, hummer tee. I put them on after my goddamned glasses broke, just matter-of-factly snapped where they had required adjustments lately, metal finally having had enough of this bending back and forth. The same thing happened to my last pair, towards the end of same semester last year, and fortunately I have the same recourse available: contacts. Well, it won't be bad to wear them the rest of the time, they haven't seen much action lately. Then I walked downtown, singing "Beyond Belief" and "One by One All Day" loudly and happily. Another surreal French class - first a "tour" of the co-op, including a competitive price search and talking to Elizabeth about cereal. Then a tasting at the cheese court. Roquefort, Brie, Saint-Andres, Morbier, Emmenthaler, and a couple more on a large platter with fruits, and a basket of baguettes. Soo much cheese. Really, really, good, but I think that's my meal for the day. Mmmm. Too early for so much cheese. I'm losing it with Syntax. Not getting mad, just falling asleep. Something will shake me up. Ester and I spent a good while going through the documents in preparation for the paper today. I'm not working on it right now. But I'm going to.
and in this almost empty gin palace
through a two-way looking glass you see your Alice
try to trick results and flattery
her body moves with malice
do you have to be so cruel to be callous?
