(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.