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I was tired all day, but now sleep has become an alien thing. A spectator sport only. Sleep is not for me. I'd like to freeze this time right now. Bottle it away and put it on a shelf for later. Leave it behind and look at everything else there is to see. Compare this time to every other possibilty. I want to fill myself with everything else so that I can come back someday, open my precious bottle and cherish this moment of my life properly. I feel like I can't love until I know what it is. I used to wonder how people who had everything could ever be anything but happy. Now I wonder how they could ever be happy at all. I'm moving to a smaller apartment in a month. My posessions are opressive. How did I let this happen? I'm more tired that I realized. Much more. I'm going to lay down now. I'm going to fall asleep several times at work tomorrow, then come home to a 95-degree apartment and find a dark corner in which to sit. I will make my short list of precious posessions. The rest will be collected, then redistributed as gifts, garage sale miscellania, or ebay junk. I will escape these things that own me. |
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hot? shiiiiiiiiiit, it ain't hot there, boy. come to texas and then you'll know what hot is. |
It rained today though. I danced in it. It wasn't enough to help with any of the forest fires, but it was something. It's quite comfortable now. The real problem with heat around here is that the majority of homes and apartments don't have A/C. My apartment is awful. The windows are stupid and fan-proof. I keep peeking at the apartment that I'll move into at the end of August. They need to build it faster. |
If you move to another apartment, get one that's on the ground floor of a multistory complex. If possible, there should be shade on all windows. One of my apartments was like that and I never had to run AC, all summer, in Texas. :) |
I'm moving to a top-floor apartment with A/C in a month. A/C might be expensive, but I'll get free heat from the people below me all winter. I had a basement apartment a few years ago that was awsome in the summer. A cool little cave. |
We are supposed to be at Sea World all day tomorrow. That will be fun in the heat. |
No AC, but that's what the library's for. Or the bluffs. And you could try Zoobombing. |
hate to see your summer electric bill. trees and bushes are also key to keeping your place cool. we have trees shading my house. we get beaten by the sun all day long. last night, we talked about all the things we'd like to do if we bought the house. one of the first things would be to add some green around the house to try and break the direct sun up. Malls doo suck, but museums, libraries are good. So are Best Buys where you can whip little kids' asses on playstation and gamecube. |
It hasn't been too bad this summer around these parts. It rains a lot, but it stays in the 80s. Last year it never rained and hovered around 95 degrees, 90% humidity. I never went outside when the sun was up, if I could help it. |
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so don't be pussies. i'm too close to the ocean for the temperature to vary much. |
Today it's actually foggy but it misted last night and that was exciting. The last few days it's been really nice, sunny and mid seventies so warm and comfy we went to the river on Tuesday. The ocean is a giant thermostat, it rocks. |
My best friend gets back from Afghanistan in a couple weeks. I guess then I can give a weather update from that forgotten corner of the world. |
I'd love to visit Portland. I want to move there. I need a vacation. I'm not looking forward to the A/C bill either, but it's a small apartment. I also don't intend to keep it frosty like they do here at work. I don't want to know how much they spend on A/C in this stupid place. Hugely wasteful, but they pay beans. The hot part of the summer isn't that long anyway. It looks like it's going to be a rough fall for the dorm students this year. Most department stores are completely out of fans. |
that makes a differnce. |
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I've never, in my entire life, lived in a place with A/C. The cars I grew up with and have owned were all free of A/C as well. I distrust it. |
I live in a cave, it seems to work well. I hate heat, give me snow any day. At least then I know what I'm getting. Although to be perfectly honest, in Montana you NEVER know what your going to get. |
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(this goes out to everyone, but TBone directly) |
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I am making friends (maybe making out later) with a guy who owns a vintage shop on Burnside. That's another thing. There's vintage shops everywhere, it feels like a crime to wear new clothes. Critical Mass! Indie film screenings! La Fonda's Chimichangas! Bridges! Trees! The Pirate Ship! Bike friendly public transportation! Whoooooo! |
It's been so fucking hot I want to crack a beer and sit on the roof naked even though I'd regret it in the morning. (The beer, not the naked). The river just isn't enough anymore, by the time you get out sweat is everywhere again. Walk in freezers are where it's at. I read in the Times this morning that there's record breaking heat all over, especially in Arizona. I wonder what's up? |
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Even if he was 40, if he's cool it's ok. It's not like he sought me out. |
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But I could try to charge up some flex time. I'll see how it goes. |
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If not, I am. I'm pretty sure that's the store I went to, is the dog some sort of maybe a blue heeler mix, or something? He looks older than 27. Maybe it was someone else. |
TBone: you should. what if: you worked 10 hours/day Monday through Thursday, drove here Thursday night, stayed the weekend and drove back Monday to work 10 hours/day for the rest of the week. It would be grueling but make sense. Hal: you should also visit. It's not too hot to "molesterbate" here. Agatha: let me know before you get here, I'm starting to get more evenings and weekends off so we can do fun things. I'm not sure what type the dog is. I recognise very few breeds. She's a very nice dog who loves attention and sneezes much. Maybe he looks older than 27, but he's very nice and has beautiful eyes and bought me a beer when he closed the door on his shop for a few minutes. The shop is on the south side of the street. |
What with packing and moving and stuff for the new apartment, the weekend of August 9 is probably the only workable weekend for a while. |
i'll let you know when i am going, but i won't know until i'm there what kind of time i'll have. school, and all, ya know. i do know that on the weekends i will be there, i will have class from 6 to 10 on fridays, 9 to 6 on saturdays, and 8 to 12 on sundays. |
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He doesn't seem like a perv, waaay into clothes though (obviously) but got me into a history lesson and won't give me the answers which is amazingly cool and frusterating at the same time. Class? What are you taking? I'm looking forward to the zine symposium but a tad frantic. I'm working on #5, filling it with writings on bicycles and cameras and pictures of bicycles, plus something I wrote about costumes and recipes and a short piece about what I believe. |
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Isn't Virginia hot and humid East coast style? |
Hmm. Maybe some other time, then. I was already considering a trip out that way. I'd like to do it before school season. |
agatha got into library science master's program! |
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Do you want to be a library librarian or a college librarian or something else? Librarians are so completely cool. |
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Wait. How old are you? How much do you weigh? |
I still want to hear about the ass doctor. |
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i went out with the ass doctor last night. it was only date #2, but the boy is mine. lock, stock, and anus. |
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but i will say it's going really well so far. he's all that and a bag a chips. right from the first moment we met it was like we were ohana... family. i'll also admit i got a huge kick out of riding in his new (ahem) black BMW Z4 Roadster 3.0i i got in and as the top glided down automatically i turned to him and said, "Hey, guess what? I drive a convertible too." "Really?" "Yeah, they're a lot of fun. And suddenly you find yourself belonging to the super secret subculture of convertible drivers." "That's true! Once you drive one, you can never go back. So what kind do you have?" me chuckling, "I got a super slick 1993 Cabriolet with 130,000 miles on it!" him laughing, "That's great!" "Yeah, i love it. my dad sent me matching hawaiian seat covers and two bumper stickers. One says 'Got waves?' and the other says, 'I'd rather be surfin'." he turned and grinned at me and said, "Right on, sister." i plucked the cheesiest CD out of his collection, slipped it into the changer, turned the volume way up, and off we drove, both of us playing air guitar and singing aloud to Everclear. |
I love the little old Cabriolets like that. I once debated getting one, but it isn't the smartest car for my mass assuming family :) |
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Plus, you can sing along with Kiss' "Doctor Love" and just change the word love for Ass, and voila! instant theme song. |
Dr. Ass could steer with his knee. if he handles his women like he handles his car, i'm in for a treat! he's a great kisser. also, a hair grabber. very sexy. hmm. i think i'm making him sound a lot different than he is in real life. he's 36, very attractive, very ambitious, has his own radio show in addition to being an ass doctor/surgeon, just bought a new house in an old-school/funky neighborhood downtown, loves to party, has lots of friends, and is a responsible adult who can take care of the details of his life with little fuss. despite the fact that he basically has it *all* going for him, he's not a walking ego trip. in fact, he's exceptionally kind and considerate, very modest, he's a family man (his elderly father lives with him because he's the best equipped of his 3 other brothers to do so), down-to-earth, fun, and motivated by a real desire to help people. i mean, come on, you'd have to be a fucking saint to want to do something like look up old men's asses all day long. he's on call this week, and then i'm going to michigan on tuesday, so we won't see each other for about 10 days, which sucks, but probably for the best. don't want to get too carried away, or go too fast. this one requires patience. in this case, patience is passion contained. last night was actually a celebration. he's just signed a contract to start working for a new physicians group. apparently it's a much more prestigious group of doctor's than his current gig, which will end November 1st. he didn't say that, but he said it felt like he was getting called up from the minors to the majors. oh, and he loves baseball too! man. anyway, when he called to invite me to meet him for a happy hour beer at the Gingerman, i had no idea it was to celebrate his promotion, until i got there. when i got there, a smallish group of his friends were already there, which later turned into quite a large group of friends. his friends are wonderful. in fact, i barely talked to Dr. Ass, i was having so much fun getting to know his austin clan. i bonded with one woman in particular, and we exhanged numbers, and she and i are going to get together before i leave for michigan next week. his friends are all over the map in terms of job/career (teachers, lawyers, artists, furniture builders, engineers...), ethnicity, interests, etc. i was really impressed that he's managed to surround himself with good people - i think that says a lot about him. after that the group broke up and he invited me to go with him to meet up with two other couples for a long late dinner. these were old friends of his from his days at Rice. they were very kind too - though i definitely got hazed a little, but i took it like a champ. after we closed the place down, his friends invited me out dancing with them, but i declined and Dr. Ass needed to get home too, so he dropped me off at my car back at the Gingerman, but not before kissing me for a good long while. which means if nothing else at least we're headed in the right direction. he has November and December off while he's "between jobs" to do whatever he wants until he starts w/ the new group the first of the year. he's going to hawaii for most of november, and currently is contemplating what he'll do in december. i have 3 weeks off in december. i'm hoping by then we'll be ready for a trip to greece together. ack... see what i mean? i get carried away. look what you've made me do! i'm totally jinxing myself right now, goddammit. actually, while i do hope things go well, the truth is i feel completely level-headed and confident about it, almost detached, in a good way. my instincts tell me to sit back and let it unfold, let him lead the way, and just go with whatever happens. this is a whole different deal and i'm not going to get stupid. |
i uh. never got into an accident. erm. wellll.. im gonna go now. way to go sarah......enjoy yourself. fingers are crossed. |
"his friends are all over the map in terms of job/career (teachers, lawyers, artists, furniture builders, engineers...), ethnicity, interests, etc. i was really impressed that he's managed to surround himself with good people - i think that says a lot about him." This is a really good sign. |
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holy shit that's funny J. |
Had hella fun though, at one point at like 4 in the morning me and this other guy decided we're hungry and we want Taco Bell. So we up and start driving, after like 5 minutes we're like "I thought you knew where we were going." - "uhh, no I thought YOU knew." So we spend the next 2 hours driving around lost as fuck in Virginia, and some how as were just about to stop and ask for directions we drive by the hotel. There's even a video of it.... Pretty good stuff, you guy can email me and I'll see what I can do to send it to you. (mpg format.) There are also LOTS of pictures. |
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Westfields Marriot, 4 Star Ambasitorial Hotel. Good stuff, very victorian. Very fuckin expensive. |
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