A friend of mine was clearing out his roof deck and followed a bunch of these to see where they led and they led to nothing. I guess there’s a reason they’re called cable installers. It’s just like the scaffolders.
I am the most poetic right after my heart is broken. I am the happiest when I am almost in love. I went looking for a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser because I read that they take off the finger oils on your keyboard’s Wheel of Fortune keys but none of the 99 cent stores had seen the guy. Eastwick was playing music I listened to in college and that’s not a brag, I’m just feeling nostalgic. Every once in a while you need to watch an old lady and her shopping cart crossing the street to Explosions in the Sky.
Lunch came out to 10.88. I paid fifteen and got four dollars back. Does nobody care about change anymore.
A few more days
A final Hi meeting
The local neighborhood bar has a quiet time between six and nine. It is a place that specializes in coffee, beer and seasonal menus. There is just enough of each for a satisfying snack and effective buzz. After the time when the laptop lids close and before the social gatherings start -- there is a sort of twilight*. Often this time is a fugitive ground rife with creative inspiration and meditative work -- of the kind that results in personal reward.*twilight may refer to civil, nautical or astronomical variety depending on your social or terrestrial condition
A man positions his mouse on the edge of his browser window. He clicks, holds and drags the viewport first left then right. The content of a video game promo micro site responds and adapts to the available space. To the man, this is more delightful than the game itself.
A man laboriously moves his piano down three levels onto the subway platform. Classic vocals and strided chords -- he played so well I swore he was blind. Oblivious to the heat on that August stage, he was most in touch with his audience -- whom he elevated with his music.
A woman should do exactly as she pleases no matter what a man may think.
As the Dalai Lama once said, "It is a time when there is much in the window, but nothing in the room."
"No one understands me," she said. Her grandmother was silent for a minute. It seemed she was searching for an answer in the star speckled sky. "But no one understands anyone in this world, darling. We are all unique. It is what gives us a sense of wonder."