My work hours are now nine am to six pm, instead of coming in at 8:30. This doesn't really make much of a difference.
This morning I had a dream that it was six am and I was walking around my room getting dressed. I looked at the clock and sighed to myself "another day of tiring social interaction." I then woke up to see that it was eight am, time to get up. Dreams really do come true.
When I was taking my stoned bath last night, I suddenly remembered a lost dialogue. You see, before I became sick in October, I sat at a bar and had a long conversation with a seemingly crazy old man. I was stoned at the time, so I wasn't sure if he was really crazy or if I was.
In my bath last night I remembered him asking me, "Have you ever been in love?" I shrugged. He nodded to himself and said "Its nice. I don't think I'll ever do it again but its nice."
Last night I decided that I should randomly use some vacation days. Since I am now trying to buy a house, I will avoid traveling this year. So, maybe I should take off some week days, and allow myself to stay out late and enjoy the freedom. Can I convince myself not to sleep the day away?
The weekday world is an interesting one, from an outsider's point of view: wandering Mt. Vernon, listening to the perennial sounds of construction, and watching the 'hustle and bustle.'
When I was sick at my parent's house, I watched a lot of TV. I watched more TV in a few weeks than I have in the past five years combined. Months later, I am still plagued by the memory of this horribly obnoxious commercial that I saw repeatedly.
Here it is for your viewing displeasure.
Why is it that yogurt is only marketed to women? I feel like most yogurt ads feature women, and especially obnoxious women like the ones in this commercial. It makes me never want to eat yogurt again.
On the radio over the weekend, I heard a lot of ads for "Spring Break Shark Attack." It sounded so intriguing! Last night my roommate-to-be commented that she might need to invest in cable television. I think this might shake the foundation of my universe. Think of all the commercials I can get angry about!
I stumbled across this
wonderful website, featuring the most facts and (large!) photos of Bee Palmer
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a post here about Bee Palmer about two years ago. Since then, I have collected some sheet music, another record, and this AWESOME book,
Lost Chords,
White Musicians and Their Contribution to Jazz, 1915-1945. Now, thanks to the website, I was able to hear the other song she recorded with Bix & Tram. The song is only really available on a boxed set that costs over a hundred dollars, and despite my love of Bix Beiderbecke, I never bothered to spring for it. There are two other known Bee Palmer recordings, and I own them on a Canadian record. I hope to record them onto mp3s to help make this guys website complete.
Lately, I've really been enjoying the finer things in life: cereal, bacon, and Slurpees. At the party on Saturday I tried many kinds of good cheese.
I have re-discovered some important things lately. Thrift store shopping, although laborious, can be very rewarding, and boosts my creativity. Also, little craft projects make me really happy once I get the initiative to start. I am very happy with the fabric glue that I've been using. I think maybe I can lay off coating everything in resin, which is messy and often imperfect. I just love the way it turns into plastic. Anyway, I am feeling very into crafts and fashion. I haven't had a big project in a long time, but I love to handle little rhinestone stars, broken jewelry, picture frames, old LP covers, and glue. I want to sparkle like Mae West as Diamond Lil.
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