"Do I contradict myself? Very well, I contradict myself. I am vast. I contain multitudes." -Walt Whitman

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Sunday, October 31, 2004

dancing about architecture postette
buy, beg, borrow or steal the following two albums:
robert randolph & the family band - live at the wetlands. because it smokes.
green day - american idiot. to remind you (1) why to vote this week, and (2) how good the clash could be.
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Thursday, October 28, 2004

ex-spense account
my office phone has caller id. my home phone has caller id blocking. when angel calls me at work the phone displays "DDD," which is phonespeak for "don't have a clue who it is" or something.

today was a little hectic. in addition to the usual tasks, we also had a 'critical incident' with one of our systems, a situation that results in much activity for yours truly. in the midst of this, i had to meet with a sales rep from one of our contract service providers.

during this sales rep meeting, several calls come in. seeing the extensions of various coworkers coming up on the display, i leave the callers to choose for themselves whether to hang up, call back, or leave a voice mail. call number four or thereabouts comes in, and i see the "DDD" on the display. i pick up the phone to tell angel that i'm in a meeting and i'll call her back shortly.

"angel," i begin.

"bob, it's me," the frigid voice of my ex on the line.

damn. i hate it when that happens.
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Tuesday, October 26, 2004

cat scratch fever
i'm laying here partially paralyzed. i wanted to do a six\z\\able post, really id id] i did. i'm not even sure about twhat\\\what. but i think tonight i will be reading up on all those great links on th blogroll, and not much posting. this is because thee \\
there is 25 pounds ao\of furry, lcklawed looming, licking, grooming ms\max laying on my friggin chest while i type. i can (as should be obivious) barely move my fingers, bmuch less my rwrists. he has sucnk one set of claes into bmy chest, so kno\now i'm like those sacrificial guys in DUNE itwith the heart bung. if the cat leaeves, i'll beleed out.

hope to see you all tomorrow. actually i hope to see ANYONE tomorrow.

masx sends his love. his big, furry, sandpapery love.
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Friday, October 22, 2004

connected

it's amazing how far ten dollars will go when your coworker is the barmaid's sister.

absolutely amazing.

grey goose amazing, even.
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Friday, October 15, 2004

small treasures
it's been a stressful bunch o' weeks. (thus the paucity of posts. i'm not sure of the value of blogging one's woes on an ongoing basis.) but at this moment, i have a little bit of paradise: a glass of fine south african shiraz and a freshly made biscotti, coupled with the company of angel, the dog, and the uncharacteristically soothing sounds of benjamin britten's simple symphony. (ben, btw, shares my birthday, plus or minus a few decades).

there. evidence that i'm not dead. just lurking.
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