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2 July 2001


2:51 PM: The Red House Painters were so very much better than I expected them to be. Hearing their CDs only just doesn't do it, dunno why. Some kind of electric feeling current, something about volume maybe. Maybe just because the singer puts the band way in the background on the recordings. But they are phenomenally good. Pure joy at just hearing music played well.

Then I had something of a lesson in reality, and now I frankly don't want to care or think about anything particularly. Stayed up all night reading The Sparrow, about God and Jesuits and mutilation. That was fun.

But, I forgot that I was supposed to be here much earlier Today, because someone from some other country is in the office I think. Oh well.


2:59 PM: Ah, now he's actually coming in Tomorrow. Off the hook again.

Is that it? Are we done?





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

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