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January 15th, 2009

It's cold.

I got a letter today from my old friend and mentor. Teacher. Her doing "fairly well," she says, is probably not as good as my reported "fairly well" doing. I look up "atrial fibrillation" and try to imagine a constant threat of blacking out. The letter was typed but for the greeting and the sign-off part that I know there's a name for cuz it came up in some class years ago. The handwritten parts look like her, and I savor them. She is always strong, to me, and will never not be strong, no matter how frail.

Things taste like soap. Things smell intense. I declare it hormones.

This very freezing cold thing has a lot of my attention.

I went out on Monday night, of all things. Theaters and museums and even some restaurants are closed on Mondays. Seems like it's the least likely night for going out. And that seems like not much of a thing to say to reflect the evening. Guess I just want to note the night out, and to have had it. Voilà--- that's both.

This is my skin, and this is me in it. Strange; novel; natural; right; hmmm; okay.

Now it's time to get underneath the comforter for several hours.
 

glitchy and/or dead

this is day two with my borrowed work computer. seems the systems guy is having a hard time bringing me the improvement needed because they harvested a part from my machine to run somebody else's better. oh, wait---while i was typing that, he came around to say he thinks he's got it good to go. gonna set me up for tomorrow.

the whole shebang of our database crashed on the main server the other day. they restored it from tape, and it sounds like they'd rather not do that again. i'm picturing crinkled ribbon from a crushed cassette in the street.

people have been speaking of the retrograde mercury goin' on. and this morning my cell phone died. motorola v360, you served me well.

[pic of phone]
  R.I.P.
2006--2009

i've been trying to concentrate on getting some work done, but i keep switching to tweaking the blog colors. decided it's time to let go of my old-lady-house-wallpaper wallpaper. but here's the square if any of ya'll want to grab it:

[old-lady-house-wallpaper wallpaper square]

(no? you don't like the old wallpaper wallpaper?)

uh-oh. they're shutting down something again in a minute.
 

jumpin' Lazarus-aphat!

 
[whoa!  alright]


i just took the phone apart a lot more than i'd have dared if i hadn't thought it dead beyond repair, and used office supplies and my pocketknife to remove & re-insert parts and clean connections, and, lo & behold, the sucker powered up and, after a coupla dazed minutes, accessed its self to present to me.

i take it as a sign--- a sign i oughta back up ya'll's phone numbers.
 
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