My exciting life, this place
Watching Olympic race in Serb Milw, old lady leads, hesitates, passed by guy, walks off. E follows as I hear sobbing, we follow. Says she’s ok, and cool.
At work, go to get delivery in other bldg, need directions. Get there, carpet cleaner, full and leaking. Leave, talk to someone leaving the company.
Dad gets mugged, try to find the perps.
Fishing, catch one with very sharp teeth.
Running around trying to find a small nuke
in bed, woke e up by scratching her with a plastic binder
playing with a telephoto lens with a guy-looking at each other
guy having problems with anomalous brain scan readings-tell him to correlate changes in the patient to the readings
Going out back at home. Need to water the garden, start at the very back-the plants are really dry. Water them, then everybody comes home and I walk to the fence.
Hanging out in an reception area. Chat with a receptionist from KROQ. Go next door to the dentist’s to get S and there are several babies with ventilation bags on. One dad is carrying his baby out and getting on a sliding platform. I get on the next one and go to the exit for the radio station. I open the door and she’s there asking me if I want to make a request. I close the door and go halfway back to the dentist’s. Open the door and she’s wanting to give me stuff.
In an office, working on a task. Look up something, and someone comes up to help. Go over and look at a remote presentation about debugging on a server. Go back to my desk.
Sat night-DST is over. Cleaned, shop, fish & chips, home. E’s birthday, anniversary just past. Sun., church, S to play, brunch on Alberta, browse, show, shop, home, dinner. M is unwell, and better now. We worked out yesterday-hit M with a negative 3 set leg workout with progressive heavy weights-he handled it well, we’ll see how sore he is today (can you see I used to do this?). And he was only a bit sore, except for glutes, which were still sore Thurs. I think it was an effective workout-need to boost the intensity just a bit. Arms tonight.
And it’s Friday, no Gamelan Weds., pretty quiet. Cold and rainy, just the usual sort of November weather here. Workout with M-negative arms. Quiet Sat., S to overnight party, Chinese dinner, church Sun., pick up S, shop, home, workout-M has sore arms. Hard to sleep-up, to work-banged my knee on the train-very painful, that. I may have work over shutdown…or may not. Such is how it goes here.
Links: How Television, Twitter and Trump Created a Post-Smart America, America Breaks Down: The Anatomy of a National Psychosis
Page 23, Sentence 5: “It may seem simpler to suggest that “atout” is short for “bon atout”, meaning “good for anything”, because a Trump will take any card of any suit.”, The Book of Thoth
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Getting on a plane, the seating is odd-one person at each corner, others placed in other spots in the grid. The person yells at us to get in our seats. He starts talking about how someone has to put this thing at the bottom of the plane once we’re under way. There’s a shake, and the guy says “uh oh” and runs towards the front. I look out and we’re heading for a big wall/ridge. I yell at the guy to turn the plane but he stands there. I start to try to turn off the auto-pilot and turn the plane, but we’re getting close to the wall/ridge.
Walking around a big field in a park with lots of people around. Walk past Jim K and ignore him. Walk past mom and Uncle Ivar? and wave. Beth F is in a house and I hug her and say goodbye-she’s crying and goes to bed. I hug some other girl too. Leave and go the Mike K across the field looking for something.
A glowing ball comes towards me, turns into a horse head as it passes and says something to me.
Trying to get an app going that makes everything covered in smoke and hidden. Start it up and the smoke is decent but thins out. Walk around a parking lot in a mall looking at it, see much thicker black smoke coming from somewhere else. Walk back and shut the app down.
At a U.S. thing, walking around a big room. Find my seat, and there’s a tube with a bunch of little containers stuck together. I pull them out, and each one has a name and a scent. It’s all the last 2 years’ graduates. Someone is talking, and mad at me for not paying attention.
In some building, there’s water draining through a series of pipes and basins. It’s leaking, and I try to figure out why. It’s some sort of circular thing, but the leak is draining to the input.
Hanging out at 30700, looking across the garage. See the moon and a sparkly disc by it. I feel a lot of power and the disc flies away. I name it Crystal and talk to E about it. We go up a tree and I think about how to call Crystal and use some of the power.
Here goes another weekend…I need to practice my musical instruments. Enchantment tonight-not sure I’ll go.
Didn’t go. Worked out w/M instead, in spite of my sore back. That was a mistake. So, up late Fri., cleaned Sat. to Eno, watched his cool films, E & S to play practice Sun., shop, home, pick them up & deliver M to libe, cleanup, bins, Tea Chai Tea, home, dinner, Pulp Fiction, bed. Prep S, back to bed, work, laundry, vacuum, S to dentist’s, libe, where I’m working. Power was out at work, so glad I didn’t go in. Pick up E, shop, home, dinner, M locked his stuff in the spa, bed, up. Back still hurts, going to lay off any exercise until it gets better.
Halloween-E met me at the Goodwill, no C or S, Super Burrito, M put on my barong mask to greet trick-or-treaters, watched the day after tomorrow for the millionth time. Gamelan, getting cooler, and now it’s Friday. S has a play this weekend, C is getting good grades and the teachers say he’s doing well. My back is recovering, but still not 100%, so not workouts.
Links: America is facing an epistemic crisis
Page 23, Sentence 5: “Generally, people don’t like to rethink really basic assumptions.”, Thinking
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Sitting in a car with a lady who’s driving it remotely. We’re taking people around a la Uber. I’m enjoying swooping around curvy freeway ramps and comment on how there’s a delay in how I see it. We hurry to pick some old guy from church. We get back on the freeway and the remote control isn’t working. The car is swerving all over the place. I reach to grab the wheel but it’s too far away. She says she can get it working but it’s not. I finally grab the wheel just before we run into the wall. We sideswipe come cars, but I’m far far back from the car.
At work, have to make a bunch of different computers talk to each other. In a big room, arrange them so that they’re connected. Walk down the long table on one side of the room, turning them all on. They all boot up, everything is working. Go into a comms program on each, type something in-looks OK. One needs some help booting. The mini is still in the other corner-I go over to it and take the cover off. We’re all like: “Oooooh”.
Watching some TV show, they’re filming by some castle. It looks like somewhere along the 405 in Costa Mesa. Look on Google Maps and find the place.
Going to a bar in a huge limo, Get inside and some guy named Rick is dressed up as a pickle.
Go over to some old lady’s house. She’s a church member. Stay around chatting for a few minutes, then leave.
Out flying an odd rok-shaped kite. It flew like a quadline, but was single-line. It starts getting stormy.
Stuff to go here isn’t known yet. Check back in a minute or two. Or three. Still nothing yet. It’s time for lunch. Lunch came and went.
Home, kid to show, gamelan-still lacking people, home, dinner, picked up kid from show, which didn’t end at 10:30 as advertised. The headliner STARTED at 10:30, so I sat in the parking lot of the Bossanova Ballroom for 45 mins. The security guy recognized me from when I dropped C off, and was cool with it. In fact, he told C that I was out there… I had a headache all day, and my back is sore, so it wasn’t fun. Plus also I took a pain killer that turned out to be a PM version. Ack.
OK. So up early to move the car-they’re striping the parking lot-a spot right across the way. S woke up early and was at the foot of the bed-I kicked her, not knowing she was there, then had her get into our bed, and it was cute when I went in there later-she was reading with mom. Almost missed the bus. Trying to meditate on the train. Need to practice my instruments.
And it’s Friday-major deployment going in tomorrow…and it went OK, barring minor hiccups. Up late Sat., C had a thing-poor guy. Been there, and it’s tough. E to a thing, libe with S, bins, watched Visitors-I love Reggio’s work, but this is so slow, almost like meditation on film. I was busy making dinner and cleaning, and it was like, face, building, face, building, ok-creepy clown sculpture, trees. Not conducive to enjoying the film. Work late Sat., church Sun., more work stuff, clean. No practice, but the house is clean and laundry and dishes are well in hand. It’s Weds., rainy. M spilled tea on his laptop, E got another that was set up badly. Worked out last night, gamelan today. Again, a small group. Missed the bus this morning…it’s rainy, I’m tired. And now I have a headache. Home, dinner, Harry Potter, bed.
Now, Monday again. Not much happened: E has wrist problems, work-panic, home, gym, up Sat., Fry’s, lunch, home, church Sun., market, libe, home, laundry, gym, TV, etc. Hard to stay asleep, my back still hurts, hard to get around, 2 meetings today. Now Weds., worked out last night, my back still hurts some. No gamelan-M is sick. Here’s Friday again, back still not 100%, and I have a workout tonight, and Halloween Enchantment. M is at U of O for the day.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “Goods cost us far less in adjusted dollars than ever before, and Americans can choose from hundreds of different models of everything from shampoos and cell phones to flat-screen televisions.”, Life at Home in the Twenty-First Century
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At 30700, packing and getting ready to move. Me and S are in the living room by the fireplace, putting stuff in boxes. I tell her to think hard about what to pack and what to throw away. There’s stuff tossed everywhere. We go to Cook Ct., but the apt looks like the place in Pasadena. Mom talks about putting her pictures in a nook by the dining area, but it’s unfinished and the ceiling is just joists.
At church, go to the bathroom, start peeing in the trashcan, realize it, then into the potty. Finish, start cleaning up the mess, several people come in to move some stuff. I stop cleaning and help move things out to the parking lot.
Walking around a parking lot, trying to get organized to leave. Walk up to the intersection, they’re doing some kind of show, and call on some guy to sing. I think about it,-I dressed for the part and look at the bag of trinkets in my hand. I don’t know where the rest are. We get loaded up, and I look at real estate listings in the newspaper and think about buying a house. Drive over to a diner, and our group splits up-one guy is really mad-we ask him about how the kite festival went. Go into the diner.
Riding on a freight flat car, E and S are with me-I’m making sure they’re safe. We get caught and the guy takes the cars into a station. We get off and fill out a form barring us from the transit system. Some of it is filled out and I fill out the rest. Walk around the room.