Six Unrelated Things
In Glorious Technicolor
1. I had a Proustian moment on my walk to work this morning–all because of architecture. The buildings in our neighborhood are old, you see; most date back a century or more. They were built in the European style, abutting the sidewalk (no front yards, only courtyards). So when you traipse down the street, you can’t avoid hearing the sounds of your neighbors’ domestic life: you’re pressed against their bedroom walls every step of the way.
I passed beneath a bathroom window, and I heard water running in the shower and caught a whiff of shampoo. It only lasted a second, but it brought back a shock of ambiguous memories. I don’t know where I was or how old I was when the memories formed, but the combination of that sound and that smell made me really happy. Bathtime fun with someone I loved.
2. A syllogism:
a. Artists are incurably weird;
b. The people with whom I work are artists;
c. Therefore, the people with whom I work are incurably weird (and must be punished).
3. Syllogisms aside, I really enjoy politics–particularly office politics. It’s such a big facilty here, with everyone divided into factions, that scheming to get what you want is always an amusing challenge. Kind of like Dangerous Liaisons without the sex.
4. My fratboy
quotient remains steady for today. I get points for breakfasting on cold, left-over pizza (my favorite, favorite delicacy), but those points are negated by the significant amount of left-over ratatouille (read: prissy food) I also consumed. Normally the empty beer bottles lying around would swing things back toward the fratrat side, but, well, they’re Beck’s.
5. Someone forwarded me an email today which I’m sure most of you have already gotten and deleted: “The 15 Telltale Signs That You’re Being Stalked by Martha Stewart.” I did, however, find one of the points amusing:
13. On her show she makes a gingerbread house that looks exactly like your split-level, right down to the fallen-over licorice downspout and the stuck half-open graham cracker garage door.
Don’t hate me. Well, okay, if you must.
6. My friend Zoddie feels a little down. Won’t one of you Atlanta ho’s drop him a line and take him out for a drinkie-poo?
7. I use Internet Explorer. When I surf, especially when I’m browsing links, I like to open links in a new window, just ’cause I sometimes find it difficult getting back to the page I started from. But after doing this a certain number of times, IE goes a little cukoo–like, my windows lose everything but the address bar and the right-click menus stop working and I can’t open any new programs. Is anyone else having this problem? Does it have anything to do with zapping javascript-opened windows? Is there anyway to fix it without holding the entire population of Redmond, Washington hostage?
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