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"I may or may not have gone on a binge with your fruit snacks"
-Thomas

(there is a grape in the drinking fountain)

there was mold on both of the bagels left in my cube this morning, tying them together with bridge of fungus. i was talking to don barksdale and cutting the moldy bits apart and then he wished me luck and went away. i finished the temp tee, and it was delicious despite inauspicious (moldy) beginnings.

you always say that these posts make no sense. just wanted to let you know that sometimes 'you' is you too.

in a more lucid turn, i wanted to talk about what stick shift means to driving. the main difference, to me, is that driving automatic is a game of continuity, steady pressures, gradual change. a good driver never makes a sudden move, like slamming on a pedal or swerving the wheel. on the other hand, inside of the car are these discrete gears and it's impossible to be anything but sudden. with automatic transmission, the car does it's own thing with smoothing the transitions and you don't even notice the barely averted violence in every clutch and release. driving standard, all the jumps are at your fingertips. it feels good to mix the smoothness of the engine and the car down the road with the chop and stutter of the gears, and there's something magical in the moment where the clutch starts to disengage and the engine begins to take the burden of the wheels. if you've never done it before i can show you how.

tomorrow there will be no moldy bagel, since i threw the other twin away. i'll have soy milk and another grapefruit, which is certainly enough.

(my phone is sweet)

"You can want to be like Allen Iverson, but I don't think people should try to be like Allen Iverson. I think people should be better than Allen Iverson."

I never ran into you again after we were at costco, but i suppose you had mad adventures.

i came home and put the stuff away and then went and told bonnie (my neighbor) that my phone had come through. I also went because i wanted to see eamonn (my baby neighbor) and because dave and i decided to invite them over (jim too! but he wasn't there) for dinner next thursday. they're coming.

not many exciting things happened last night. i only read national geographic (the parts about arctic exploration) and talked to my mom.

(god in french is dieu)

I was thinking that's it's a funny act to watch someone read. specifically if they're browsing wikipedia pages. because you can't tell what they're thinking, only where they go, and there are the (relatively) long pauses while they just read and think. it's interesting because it's such a different experience for the reader himself, because he's in it. driving and unaware of the act.

i'm facebook messaging back and forth with mme. suskin, my high school french teacher. she's sweet, and i hadn't heard from her in a while. it's also fun to play in french, and i'm certainly conscious of being much more fluent than i was in high school. it's very a satisfying exercise, because it's also an implicit compliment of her teaching, which was excellent. she'll also be in france when i am, which could make for some interesting times. i may or may not go to new york again sooner to hang out. she even offered her canapé.

(quotes)

"People may not be buried there, and so those who fall gravely ill must be taken to another part of Norway, where they can be buried if they die."

"When I was 14, I was given the task of drowning kittens by my girlfriend's mother. I filled the large laundry sink with room temperature water and held the eight kittens under. The strange thing is that as each one died and floated to the bottom, it turned and rested 'snuggled' to the previous. I put them in a garbage bag and was carrying it out when the bag moved and I heard a meow. I opened the bag and found one kitten had survived so I drowned it again."

i wish i didn't have to be awake at work tomorrow.