I don't know.
14 July 1998
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I have been eating a lot of donuts lately. I hope I don't turn into a cop. (Heh, freudian typo, I typed "copy" first...)
The cops, and the EMT guys and the fireman and whatnot, really do hang out at the donut shop down the street from here. I always thought that was a joke. They're coming in for the coffee mostly, and the donuts are a handy sugar fix without involving a lot of actual food to digest. Hey, that's why I eat them too. Now when someone asks you, "What do web site developers and uniformed civil servants have in common?" you'll know.
Am I being too abstract? I'm not really writing to make a record of my days, I guess. I'm not that interested in them the first time around. Maybe that's a bad thing, eh? Mostly, though, it's like right now this second, where I have had to stop working for a few minutes and come write this because I really need to at least pretend that I have someone to talk to. Ah yah.
So, I got this junk email today from Excite, advertising (among other stuff) their new Personal Ads service. I went there and looked around. I didn't realize how little I'm interested in doing anymore. Most people writing ads talk about what they like to do, and as I would read them, I could feel this little twitch of disinterest - or, maybe, disqualification.
"I workout every weekday to keep in shape" - nope - "and keep the weekends for fun in the sun" - nope - "or wherever the mood takes me. I work in the Financial District " - nope - "so my hours are very early." - nope - "I love to cook," - nope - " watch football, hockey, " - nope - "listen to jazz, blues " - nope - "and rock & roll. " - nope - "If you think you are the "right" person, " - nope - "drop me a line. "
Even just "going out" brought out that flinch. What the hell?
$15,000. Prestigious neighborhood. Elegant home. All new. 4BR. 3-1/2BA. Solarium. Hot tub. Priv amenities. 415-681-2957This is an ad from the San Francisco Chronicle for an UNfurnished house for RENT.
Fifteen thousand dollars. Thousand. Fifteen. Every month. For rent.Best poster campaign of the year: the Seismic Awareness Society.
IN CASE OF EARTHQUAKE - GO BACK HOME
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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