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another of those nights up lingering on the computer
what's the longest you go without being on the computer, usually? i've been too long without a day off from it. there've been a few days with not much of it, but it's been many weeks since i had a whole no-computer day.
safari, the built-in browser on a mac, has this "top sites" thing it'll do when you open a new tab. it breaks out this pseudo-3D curved semi-sphere of the twelve pages you've been most frequently visiting, in three rows of four each. it's been no surprise which pages have been cropping up there, on this still-relatively-new machine. but i'd been wondering how long it'd take one you stop going to to go away. and tonight i found out. it just has a blank white box where that favorite had been.
it's today, and i'm here today, in today. or tonight, or this early morning, if that's better. you listening, lisa?
ack-ack-a-dack; dack-dack a-ack.
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disclaimerwill's going-away(-again) karaoke night, which is next week.
type-chatted this evening with crippen t, from high school. he wasn't too cool for school, but he was darned close. told him how his playing the solo from "baker street" as we walked out to (marching band) practice had been the regular epitome of cool to me, at the moment. there's something about the sax, isn't there.
that song, too-- it's distinctive. it was a big hit the summer i was doing a daily babysitting job for a while for this pre-toddler whose home was kinda crazy. but not as crazy as some other places i babysat. one drunken father insisting on driving me home, just within our little neighborhood, after he and the mother stumbled in, fighting, way later than they were expected one night--- that was maybe the creepiest.
i didn't babysit a ton, but i seem to remember it being creepy a lot.
anyway that distinctive baker street song that was everywhere that summer is connected for me to the daytime air of driving to that apartment in the sunny hot hazy morning, probably right after i got my license, in a mixture of freedom and obligation. it was on the radio in the car, and probably in the house, too. i'd try to get the kid to eat, i remember, and be cleaning up a lot, and picking up toys, and hoping the child would stay asleep awhile, even though i was at loose ends there, never quite sure what to do with myself. maybe i brought a Games magazine. (i was a charter subscriber.) even with the kid awake, i felt quite alone there, in the strange atmosphere. single mother, i'm pretty sure it was. she was definitely frazzled, going and coming back. the job didn't last the whole summer. wonder if i was let go. i don't remember how it ended.
the song was atmospheric. i feel like i can taste it.
safari, the built-in browser on a mac, has this "top sites" thing it'll do when you open a new tab. it breaks out this pseudo-3D curved semi-sphere of the twelve pages you've been most frequently visiting, in three rows of four each. it's been no surprise which pages have been cropping up there, on this still-relatively-new machine. but i'd been wondering how long it'd take one you stop going to to go away. and tonight i found out. it just has a blank white box where that favorite had been.
it's today, and i'm here today, in today. or tonight, or this early morning, if that's better. you listening, lisa?
ack-ack-a-dack; dack-dack a-ack.
this new icon is perspective. illustrates 3-point perspective, specifically. i made it today after making a flyer for
disclaimerwill's going-away(-again) karaoke night, which is next week.type-chatted this evening with crippen t, from high school. he wasn't too cool for school, but he was darned close. told him how his playing the solo from "baker street" as we walked out to (marching band) practice had been the regular epitome of cool to me, at the moment. there's something about the sax, isn't there.
that song, too-- it's distinctive. it was a big hit the summer i was doing a daily babysitting job for a while for this pre-toddler whose home was kinda crazy. but not as crazy as some other places i babysat. one drunken father insisting on driving me home, just within our little neighborhood, after he and the mother stumbled in, fighting, way later than they were expected one night--- that was maybe the creepiest.
i didn't babysit a ton, but i seem to remember it being creepy a lot.
anyway that distinctive baker street song that was everywhere that summer is connected for me to the daytime air of driving to that apartment in the sunny hot hazy morning, probably right after i got my license, in a mixture of freedom and obligation. it was on the radio in the car, and probably in the house, too. i'd try to get the kid to eat, i remember, and be cleaning up a lot, and picking up toys, and hoping the child would stay asleep awhile, even though i was at loose ends there, never quite sure what to do with myself. maybe i brought a Games magazine. (i was a charter subscriber.) even with the kid awake, i felt quite alone there, in the strange atmosphere. single mother, i'm pretty sure it was. she was definitely frazzled, going and coming back. the job didn't last the whole summer. wonder if i was let go. i don't remember how it ended.
the song was atmospheric. i feel like i can taste it.
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You know we never did do that movie of seeking out of where those remaindered pens were supposed to be from. The Wicked Step bar in Glenfield, ND, not Colonfield, or w/e they had. Too bad for the world that so many of our genius inspirations (under, uh, "circumstances") have gone unrealized.
You're not the only one who's spent time seeking Rafferty, btw. From wikip:
Disappearance
The newspaper Scotland on Sunday reported that Rafferty was asked to leave the Westbury Hotel in London during July 2008. This report stated that the hotel manager had claimed that other residents were distressed by his habit of relieving himself in various corners of the hotel and that his suite was also in a disgraceful and unusable condition. He then checked himself into St Thomas' Hospital suffering from a chronic liver condition. The same report claimed that on 1 August 2008, Rafferty had disappeared, leaving his belongings behind, and that the hospital had filed a missing persons report. However, this was rebutted by the Metropolitan Police who stated that no such missing persons report existed.
After unconfirmed sightings and unauthenticated reports that he was in contact with his family, on 17 February The Guardian reported that Rafferty was in hiding in the south of England, being cared for by a friend. Subsequently, Rafferty's spokesperson Paul Charles told The Independent newspaper that he had been in touch with Rafferty two weeks previously and that he was alive and well but had no plans to either record or tour. This was then contradicted by a further report in The Daily Telegraph on the following day which quoted from a statement by his solicitors issued to Channel 4 news: "Contrary to reports, Gerry is extremely well and has been living in Tuscany for the last six months......he continues to compose and record new songs and music......and he hopes to release a new album of his most recent work in the summer of this year".
He's "extremely" well? That sounds weird.