i'm sitting in a cafe this morning and this woman walks over to me and says, "hi, do you remember me?"

this usually under any circumstances is awkward.

half a second later the visuals are matched with some place in my brain. oh it's margot! we used to work together at cks. gee, that was like...ten years ago. i was surprised that she would recognize me. it must have been due to the crazy antics i participated in back then when we worked together. yeah, things like roller hockey in the office, skate-by nerf gun shootings, and the occasional obligatory primal rage bouts at 10:04am with her boss bruce when he was having a bad morning.

anyway, it was good to see her. we exchanged contact info and agreed to get together for lunch or something sometimes.

it was a good way to start the day...

local morning news

conversation that the local morning news foster among my inmates i mean housemates:

- discussion as to a particular sports jock shouldn't be allowed back in the game.*

- the complexities of lying and denial behavior in the michael jackson trial.

- complaints as to the ambiguity of the weather forecast, 50% chance of rain in the morning and possibly in the afternoon as well brings forth the comment "well, what the fuck does that mean? is it going to rain or not? what kind of a weather forecast is that?" [old asian slogan: "man who believe weather forecast voted for bush"]

- "you know it man, you know it man, right?" [yes, i know it is a waste of hot green tea if i throw it in your face before taking a sip. my blood caffeine and polyphenol level is less than .10% stay out of my body schema.]


*i say sports jock as supposed to "athlete." the dictionary defines "athlete" as "A person possessing the natural or acquired traits, such as strength, agility, and endurance, that are necessary for physical exercise or sports, especially those performed in competitive contexts." a sports jock is someone who participates in spectator based activities who drives overly large american made s.u.v.'s and is an unwitting object and platform for advertisement all the while believing that he is being paid large sums of money for his ability to: a) hurl his bacon and barley malt induced abdomen at anything in front of him b) drop his super sized burger created gluteus maximus to the ground while sliding to second base c) flaunt badly designed tattoos on the inside of his biceps thereby exposing his underarm and discouraging any opponent to come within proximity of his olfactory schema and preventing the basketball from being stolen from his possession.

part two soon to be published....

emptiness without proper enclosure

5:20am walking into the kitchen...

why are guys sometimes such fucking idiots?

me: all right, i want to know who is the idiot who peed, didn't raise the seat and can't aim for shit and didn't even have half the decency to flush afterward?

thinking to myself: "i'm gonna beat this person on the head, pull his pants down and duct tape his crotch."

"I will show you fear in a handful of dust." -- T.S. Eliot

sunnyvale starbucks umbrellas

me: "uh, if you have umbrellas that provide shade and protection from the rain...how come they are under the eaves?"

is this something like the narthex of a church?

odanata oniseptera

me trying to integrate ebonics into latin:

me: odonata anisoptera

rob: is he kin to obi wan?

me: obi wan kenobi?

me: he be gone!

me: he be gone to the force!

me: he be so gone to the force you can see right through him!