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Saturday, November 22, 2003
this morning i took margot to a cargo company to have her stuff shipped to england. not surprisingly, it didn't fit in the car, so we made two trips. she's leaving in about a month, to live with her boyfriend jan in london. it's plain that she'll be happy to be with him again, but it's also plain that she wants to stay here. when we unloaded the second set of boxes, she told me as much--if she could have her druthers, he would move here, rather than she there. but, sometimes we don't get our druthers, as we all know.
on the way back, i said, "have you ever seen the unisphere?" she said no, so i pulled into the park, and we stopped there and got out. we walked up to it, with a few people playing soccer and roller blading in the big, blue empty fountain all around it. "i like how they did the levels there, on the earth," she said.
margot's australian originally, and now she's bound for england. i hope her time here was good time.
on the way back, i said, "have you ever seen the unisphere?" she said no, so i pulled into the park, and we stopped there and got out. we walked up to it, with a few people playing soccer and roller blading in the big, blue empty fountain all around it. "i like how they did the levels there, on the earth," she said.
margot's australian originally, and now she's bound for england. i hope her time here was good time.
Friday, November 21, 2003
tonight we have a date, in great celebration of "i haven't really seen you in three weeks." her work has tended to start around 4pm and end at 3-in-the-morning the past few weeks, so overlap of home-time is not something we've had much of. generally i say "i'm on my way to move the car, bye bye" on the way out in the morning, and this gets routed into one dream of hers or another. later i get e-mail: "were you mad this morning?" "no, but in the dream you were having, perhaps i was."
Wednesday, November 19, 2003
one realizes it is hard to walk the thin hallway of a) proper vagueness, and b) not writing so vaguely one sounds like a dolt.
i went down to 72nd street to buy tickets for the rufus wainwright show in february. i don't really think it's proper to plan fun that far in advance, but whatever.
i went down to 72nd street to buy tickets for the rufus wainwright show in february. i don't really think it's proper to plan fun that far in advance, but whatever.
Tuesday, November 18, 2003
oh, i can tell about you, boyo--you're one of those aren't you? you try to hide it, but i see your membership card peeking out of your wallet. i say, "please baby please," and you go for the "but this but that." i say, "please pick up your peppermint patty wrapper, please don't throw molasses on the wall," and you hit me all "why is the sky blue?"
i know, i deserve it. yes, all right, i am a contrarian myself. but fer godsakes pick something good to go contrariwise about. you space cadets got no culcha.
i know, i deserve it. yes, all right, i am a contrarian myself. but fer godsakes pick something good to go contrariwise about. you space cadets got no culcha.
Monday, November 17, 2003
There's a blackboard--it says "Test Matrix," and I'm not sure what that is, to be quite honest. There are Greek letters, and numbers and temperatures. More to my taste, I like the pattern on the blank parts of the board, where people erased old stuff. You can see what direction they went, up down left right right, etc.
Saturday, November 15, 2003
New and yet ignored, this osmium finds itself. Saturday evening, and I'm in the lab--the laboratory a more precious version of myself wants to say--tending to osmium of a different sort. The kind in the beaker, that one would be. New York City is all starlit underneath, around, and before me, and I'm driving in to the lab to babysit some osmium. An osmium I don't care much about.
Is osmium good for you? No, probably not.
That said, I sometimes like coming into the lab on nights like this, because I get to drive down 125th Street, which is just anarchic enough for me to really dig it.
Is osmium good for you? No, probably not.
That said, I sometimes like coming into the lab on nights like this, because I get to drive down 125th Street, which is just anarchic enough for me to really dig it.
