[Well that is that and this is this] I’ve been hanging out with myself today. We’ve had a good time. We woke up early and went to the art museum. Gazed upon huge canvasses shellacked with tempera and oils and thread. Cowered beneath rusting metal heaps in the sculpture garden. Pondered the importance the bare breast has to classical art. Giggled at the Japanese, who have a great sense of humor that can be seen…
[For your sake I hope heaven and hell are really there, but I wouldn’t hold my breath] It’s decided. I want to work in the features section and work day shift. Breeze in at 10, leave at 6. Always work a day ahead of schedule — Tuesday for Thursday’s paper, etc. I’m done with deadlines. Seriously. Leave those to the people who drink coffee and don’t mind grinding their teeth when they sleep. I’m happy…
[Stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead] I have the weekend off, and though I could drive in to the ‘Boro and hang with my homies, I’m choosing to stay in Birmingham and get out of my apartment and actually DO something for once. It’s a toss-up between going to the art museum or visiting the Vulcan statue. I could probably do both if I tried hard enough. I’ve also heard good things about…
[Don’t tell your right hand, baby, what your left hand do] Bored bored bored bored bored. I was told to be here at 8 this morning so I could observe the LifeStyles designer, but it’s 9 and she’s not here and an editor tells me she usually doesn’t get here until 10 or so. So I’m not sure why I was told to be here so early. I’ve already exhausted my daily web roundup: +…
[Open up your window to the world if you want the world to bring you happiness and pain] My uncle’s memorial service went well, as well as a memorial service can go, I suppose. I wonder what he would have thought of all the scripture talk, about how we don’t deserve God’s forgiveness, yet we can’t be separated from God, whatever that means. Christian rituals seem creepy to me, like the inane ramblings of a…
[I wanna get with you, and your sister] So crazy guys are chopping people’s heads off right and left. It’s a good thing the war in Iraq made the world safer. Shitty Stages (tm Amber) is off to a start. I suppose I won’t be using my pass tomorrow, since I’m heading home early in the morning. My uncle died yesterday, and his service is Sunday. He’ll be cremated, and his ashes are destined for…
[Thought this time I’d keep all of my promises] Two cops were shot and killed by some Birmingham crackheads today, which makes for a lively newsroom and heated debate over each word in the headline. All the Editors Who Matter gathered around a computer and bickered over whether or not “ambush” was accurrate. They decided it wasn’t. But voices rose and tempers pulsed in the process. Mmmm, newsroom adrenaline. Nothin’ like it. Tomorrow, City Stages…
[I once had a dream so I packed up and split for the city] I’ve heard very few songs that have prompted me to bolt upright and listen intently to the words. Most of the time I can sing along without ever knowing the lyrics, or I can skip the song or change the channel if it’s particularly useless drivel. One of these important songs, for example, is Doug Martsch’s “Heart.” But I heard another…
[Today was just a day fading into another] I’m so frustrated with work. I cannot pin down the esoteric nature of the system we use. It seems like the only people who really understand it are the people who have worked there for 13 years, and even they admit that it’s sometimes screwy. Just trying to lay out a simple stand-alone photo, I had to run to the bathroom and weep for a good five…
[I’ll feed you fruit that don’t exist] I think the children must have been so hyper and excited last time that their energy boiled over and burned me. But this time there were only a few tiffs and not too much screaming and crying. They were altogether different children and I actually enjoyed sitting down and watching Shrek with them. Well, until the two eldest left to go play with their Pokemon cards and the…
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