9/27/02
wow, the 27th of september already. how quickly time
flies. it seems like just last week i was riding on
the bus painstaking typing out blog entries... (that,
oddly enough, i *still* haven't posted)
anyway. i was riding the bus in to work today thinking
about how my blog entry was going to be about how
today started off as a bad day, a sure sign that
things could only get worse. in the grand scheme of
things, it turns out i was just dealing with a minor
inconvienence...
at 6:51 this morning, i had a thought that stopped me
while pulling out of the driveway: "do i have my
wallet?" of course, i reasoned with myself.
if i packed my portable radio, there's no way i
would have forgotten to pack my wallet. and with
that, i drove on, thinking, even if i forgot my
wallet, i didnt have time to go back and look for it.
any deviation from the route to the park and ride, and
i'd miss my bus. i decide not to think about it until
i get to the park and ride. and then i realize i'm
running low on gas and should stop to get some after
work. that means i need my wallet. when i finally get
a chance to check, i realize i dont have it. i know
exactly where it is - in my gym bag. so i call home
and leave a message for ivan, ask him to call me if he
finds it. of course, i know he's asleep so i probably
wont hear from him for a while.
meanwhile, on the bus ride in, i manage to contort my
body into some strange position while reading. now my
left arm aches from the shoulder do the elbow. just as
i'm thinking this is a series of events that seems to
be snowballing into the ultimate bad day, a woman a
few seats back suddenly wakes up and gets out of her
seat. the bus is stopped at a stoplight, but she must
think we're at a stop. she rushes to the front of the
bus and asks the bus driver "is this the denver tech
center?" the bus driver acknowledges it is, and the
woman says "i need to get off at the tech center" and
motions like she wants off the bus. suddenly my
perspective changes. it's obviously the first time
this woman has rode the bus to the tech center. it's
also obvious that either through her jerked-from-sleep
state or her lack of knowledge of colorado, she
doesn't realize that the Denver Tech Center is a
region, not a specific place. The bus driver figures
out where the woman is going and tells her she'll need
the next stop. Before we get to the stop, we hit
another red light. The driver stops, and the woman
tries to get off the bus. The driver has to command
her to sit down because we're not to the stop yet. as
i try to hide a smile, i realize my day's not so bad
after all.
when i got to work, i called home again to ensure my
wallet was where i thought it was. a groggy ivan
answered the phone but obliged my request to poke
around my gym bag. he found it. the day can only get better.
Song of the Day: What I Am
9/16/2
yuccky.
my whole desk smells like a sewer. or worse. i made the mistake of using some cheese i found in the fridge on my salad. except i dont remember buying it. it was in an economy size bag. the date on the bag said it didnt expire until next month. but it was the tail end
of the bag, and it's probably been buried in the back of the fridge for a while.
anyway. i opened my salad up in my cube and i was overpowered by the grossest smell in the history of gross smells. i quickly realized it was the cheese, which i had been skeptical about last night but it
tasted fine. it doesnt taste fine today. i had to scrape it off my salad, which is hard to do when it's in a tupperware container and the cheese is shredded. i got about half of it out, but now my trashcan smells. i tried to eat the salad, but i had to throw
away most of the olives because they were collecting cheese in the center hole. which left me with mixed greens, mushrooms and not enough dressing. and i realized that i really don't like raddicio. which is half of the mixed greens. so not only does my salad smell horrible, it has a distinctive flavor that i don't like, no matter how much i try to cover it with the dressing.
lunch hasn't been this bad since the peanut-butter-and-jelly-on-rye incident. (which, incidentally, has prevented me from ever buying
"Nature's Cupboard" brand bread again.)
at least i've got the applesauce. kinda hard to screw
that up.
Song of the Day: Starry Eyed Surprise
9/13/2
this is too funny. There are twin Buses to take me home! the major rainstorms caused flooding, which caused them to close the highway, which is causing major backups. it's 4:45 and two route "T'' buses pulled up at my stop. the driver tells me she's the 3:20 bus and that the one behind her must be the 4:20 (huh, huh, i said 4:20)
anyway. this is going to be a disaster, i'm sure. in my rush to catch the early bus i didnt stop to take a pee and i realized that i drank a 16 oz soda about an hour and a half ago... all l have to say is if there is flooding on this bus, it's not water.
Song of the Day: Water Rush
9/12/2
i think hank made that little exchange up.
today, my pants are doing a horrid job of hiding my big ass - these pants need to be retired. and i noticed it too late to do anything about it.
OK- it's lunchtime. Better eat - got a meeting in 30 minutes
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lunchtime is over. meeting is over. riding home on the bus again. it's raining. the sky has been grey these past Few days- it's strange. granted, i love the rain, it's strange to see so much of it. were in the middle of a drought- my grass at home is dead. and i'm in a slump. the rain-isn't helping. I've suddenly turned into ivan -paying For a gym l'm not using. and i'm using the rain as an excuse not to go- thus the big ass problem.
anyway, somehow I've convinced my self all of my pnoblems will be solved by this book i'm waiting for: "8 minutes in the morning." and the bookclub keeps telllng me the book is backordered, which keeps putting a damper on my dream solution to exercising. thus the big ass.
I need to get back in the groove. and i need to Stop using this thing to write it doesnt knowwhat i'm trying to say. in short, It's freaking out on ne. hey, that one almost worked! i guess the trick is to write bigger...then again maybe not.
oh- the pw5İm is that the Battery ir amait todie....this thing needa a mlyo7 recharge... see what i mean? (translation : oh, the problem is that the battery is about to die. this thing needs a major recharge)
Song of the Day: last year's troubles
9/11/2
ok, i'm going to try writing the blog on the bus. its painfully slow. it doesn't recognize my handwriting and i can't get any of the typing tools to work as well as i think they should..
regardless, the guy in front of me and the bus driver are discussing the grossest car accidents they've witnessed. jesus, of all the days to be gruesome...
ok, this may not be possible - the bus is too damned bumpy -even though we're sitting at a stop light.
so today's the anniversary - and the media is practicing overkill. it's everywhere. yahoo went black and white. amazon posted some horribly depressing thoughts from children -- the first one from akid who got scared during july 4th fireworks - he thought they were bombs. his uncle told him there were no wars in america.
thanks to 9/11, he knows his uncle is wrong. i
mean really, what the HELL does this contribute to helping us heal?
sure, all the media events claim to help us remember what happened, but what american is going to forget? we got to see it happen on live tv. and then again in instant replay. and again. and again. and once again because they got a brand new tape...and lets show it again and OH SHIT-DID WE JUST REWIND THAT LIVE ON THE AIR?
we're not going to forget 9/11 anytime soon. don't force us to relive the horror again. at this point, i don't understand the point of driving it home. it just makes me hurt - for people i dont know, never will know. crying the same tears i cried a year ago isn't going to turn back time. it wont bring the towers back. it doesnt even comfort the families who lost somebody. all it does is make me depressed. i cant look at somebody wearing an" i (heart) NY" shirt w/o welling up. i cant take hearing them read names and ring bells on the radio. god knows there's no way i'll be able to handle the survivor stories sure to dominate prime time.
well, that was quite a rant. i think my point was supposed to be that we don't need our grieving methods spoon-fed to us. let me grieve in my own way for the loss of 9/11. leave me alone to gasp a tiny "oh" and stick out my lower lip every time the WTC appear in an old movie/tv show.
enough about this. my stop is up next.
Song of the Day: Peace On Earth