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You'll find plenty of petty gripping here and general discontent. Not in a political way, 'cause I'm too self absorbed for that.

Tuesday, November 29, 2005

body awareness

Miles and I were at a strip mall, walking down the sidewalk the other day. He was ahead of me a few steps, and I watched as a door to a car stereo shop was held open for somebody leaving with packages. It was one of those moments when there really wasn't much time to react, other than thinking "I hope Miles doesn't walk into that open door. He has plenty of time to navigate and walk around it..." I'm sure I didn't think that intelligently. It was probably more like, "ah, uh, oh" Of course, Miles smacked his head into the side of the door, looked stunned, and then a little pissed. At the time I had been thinking about the fact that he hardly cries anymore, so I told him it was ok to cry if it hurt and he wanted to. He made a kind of comical, "aaaii. aaaiii. aaaaii," sound, approximating what he thought a cry should sound like. When I was in first grade, I ran full force into another kid, and I let my teacher, Mrs. Orbin know there was another kid out there surely hurting as much as I was. I had to put my head down on my desk and try not to vomit. Then my mom came and got me. For a few days I had to lay down flat on the mohair sofa, and not move my head. I had a concussion, and my mom had the impossible job of keeping me flat and stationary on the couch. They never found that other kid I ran into, and my teacher theorized that I had run into the side of the brick school building. The indiginity! I was sure she was wrong. I didn't run into the side of a building! I've been thinking about the fact that we as adults rarely run into things like that. We generally know where our bodies are. I have thought of one exception. Clothing shopping. If I buy clothes, sometimes I way undersize my real size. Particularly in my favorite thrift store, Red, White and Blue, where they don't have dressing rooms. They are such scrooges there. Red White and Blue is a whole other blog topic though.

Saturday, November 19, 2005

guy fixated on getting his streets swept

Miles and I decided to go out for pizza. After having little luck finding a big enough parking space at the Hot lips pizza store, Miles and I parked on a nearby street and were going to walk. I was getting Miles out of the car when I sensed a guy behind us. He was wearing a black and white tux, or something like that, and he was carrying cheapo green plastic lawn chairs with signs taped to them. He said, "do you mind moving?" I said something like "oh, are you going to have trouble getting out, or something? " I knew we weren't blocking anybody. He said no, "I don't want anybody to park here because I want my street to get swept." (he had big piles of leaves in the road, just like everybody else) Im such an asshole, I said "look, at my face, do I look a little dubious about your street getting swept tonight?" I mean, seriously, it was Saturday night at 5:30. Nobody. Nobody is sweeping this guy's streets on Saturday night, or even Sunday. So I told him it would all work out, because we were just staying long enough to get pizza, and if he wanted we could put a chair out for him when we left, and then nobody else would be parking there. He instead said we could park in his drive way. But I was done. I didn't want to have to thank him for allowing us to park in his driveway, or any other kind of bull shit like that. We drove back to the pizza parking lot, where I successfully found parking, and I chalked up the whole thing to another crazy city experience. It is not that he was rude, or anything like that, I just thought the whole thing was ridiculous. For some reason when I first spotted this guy, I imagined that he played orchestra in a symphony and was gay, but who knows.

Thursday, September 22, 2005

Alex talked me into this

I told Alex that I could blog too, just like everybody else. Me and my big mouth. He is standing behind me right now helping hit the right computer buttons. I'll write more stuff later.