When Squirrels Collide 2 September 1998

Crap. I'm sure something happened today. Damn. And you know, I don't even have a history of drug use to compensate for this. Just no fun. Well, I'll just start somewhere and see what I can think of.

Someone sent me the best song in email yesterday.

[A] family has been camping on a volcano in the Galapagos for 20 years, 
watching the famous finches evolve and devolve with every swing of the 
weather and food supply. I wrote a little song for Darwin's Finches:

On top of volcanoes
all covered with sand
the birds are evolving
with no guiding hand
we didn't need god's love
to crawl from the slime
just selective pressures
and plenty of time.

evolution's dynamic
it's not gonna stop
if life ain't a ladder
then you ain't the top.

I had lunch with a friend who is still at the half of the company that was Ravaged By Wolves. Tuna. The lunch, I mean. Mine. We hung out in South Park, and there was much seeing and being seen. It was all too digital.

She hates it there now, and rightly so from the sound of it. What is the profit in being insensitive, ignorant, arrogant fuckwads? I mean, there must be a profit, right? They wouldn't just, oh, be doing it for no better reason than that's the kind of people they are, that's silly. I'm surprised they haven't started making people wear uniforms and sing an anthem. Well, no, I take that back. That would imply a concern about what the employees think - the anthem bit, at least. Unless they just did it to humiliate the workers. I suppose that's possible. There's really no telling beforehand, is there? Those wacky corporate landfuckers, I tell ya.

I hear that Los Angeles is on fire again. I thought that now that we are a No Smoking State, we were supposed to be over this. Has someone been breaking the law?? Naughty.

God, I am drawing a complete blank here. I woke up at 9 AM, sort of. I've been leaving my alarm set to 9 every day, no matter when I need to get in. Have I talked about this already? Probably. I laid in bed awhile. I dreamed that someone stole my credit card and was having BBQ chicken dinners that I hadn't ordered delivered to me. Also some big thing in a box that I think was a ping-pong table. I woke up again and went into the front room and read email. So on and etc., out the door, into the newsstand, out with the new Economist and New Yorker, into coffee shop, out in half an hour because I was early, into the bus, out at 3rd, into my friend's building, out to the park, into work, here I am.

I guess nothing did happen. Maybe I was thinking of someone else, someone with a life maybe.

(heh heh)

Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.

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