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Thursday, July 19, 2001
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)...." -- Slyvia Plath, "Mad Girl's Love Song"
16:37
Crime report: A guy named Tom I knew at Newsweek moved to D.C. recently, and his apartment was broken into. The criminal, who made it all the way up through the second-floor window for this momentous heist, took the coins out of Tom's change cup (nickles and dimes, the quarters had been used for laundry) and an old boom box.
16:34
"Attention Barnes and Noble shoppers, will the customer who wanted I Am Free, I Am Me please come to the front desk." -- p.a. announcement
16:27
Wednesday, July 18, 2001
Funny thing: I just found out that one of my classes for fall quarter is a 15-person seminar. FIFTEEN PEOPLE. Ok, as if that's not bad enough, it's a philosophy course. Worse, it's called the Philosophy of Psychology. Yeah. I know very little about those things. And it's not like I can hide in the back of the room.
17:11
There's a thing that Zen calls the stuck mind, the point where no thoughts are coming, the channels are clear of static. Well, I'm stuck, all right. But I'm more like a car stuck in a snow bank. I'm spinning my wheels. Trying to come up with story ideas. Spinning. With Zen you see infinite possibilities. I got nowhere to go.
17:06
Tuesday, July 17, 2001
American pedestrians usually get shafted, but in D.C. some people fight back. Like this morning. A white-haired man in a suit ran over to a car that had just flown through a crosswalk. He shouted in the window: "WAIT FOR PEDESTRIANS."
12:36
Saturday night was like an old movie. Patrick, Mark and I cruised the main drag (ha) of Rockville, Maryland, then stopped for ice cream at the place where Patrick's younger brother works. The place was full of young people who, in any other town (like, say, mine) would be off drinking in a field somewhere. I felt like we were at the local soda fountain, clean-cut kid behind the counter giving us a 70 cent discount. Then we drove around listening to retro-weekend radio shows, through Georgetown, where the whole thing could have dissolved at any moment into American Graffiti. Sports cars gunning it off the stop lights, people hanging out windows and sun roofs in stalled traffic, music mixing from open windows... I was entertained.
12:31
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