Month: October 1997
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To the airport early
I’m just about ready to go home, dry some clothes, and then finish my packing for the trip. It’s always nice when the last details fall into place and everything starts rolling. My favorite time is when I get to the airport early, my bags are checked, my backpack is at my feet, and I…
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Getting a cold
The rest of today, tomorrow, and then I leave for Indiana. I’m starting to get a cold, and I’m trying every remedy possible – vitamins, vaporizer, medicines, and soup. I’m not doing too bad, so hopefully the flight won’t be a disaster. I got some special earplugs you wear for flying – they have a…
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My old room
I talked to my mom the other day, and she said she’s keeping the old house, but she’s renting it out now. Some background: the 5 of us moved there in 1978. My parents divorced in 1984, and my mom bought my dad’s share of the house. I moved out in 1989, back in 1990,…
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Colitis is not a flower
I went to the doctor yesterday. He said I have colitis, but I don’t need to take any medicine. If I stick to a high fiber, low fat diet, it will all balance out. So disregard my panic attack a few days ago about all that. I’m pretty devoid of all thought today – it’s…
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Game Boy
I got a Game Boy last night – it was an early xmas present from Karena, so I’ll have something to do on the plane flight back to Indiana, other than planning the ritual murder of half the people on the plane. I got Tetris Plus and Star Wars, too. I like Tetris a lot,…
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Revisiting old lit
“I wanna feel destruction I wanna feel extinction” Sorry, listening to Henry Rollins. I’ve been trying to write a biography of my life for a while. It’s not like a memoirs or anything, just a few dozen pages that tell what happened to me from birth to present. Right now, I’m up to the beginning…
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Colitis, bipolar
It’s been a while. Two basic things have stopped me from writing, both with twisted, deep roots. Let me explain. First, I’ve been having medical problems. My doctor now thinks I have colitis, which is no death sentence, but means I’ll have to radically change my already radically changed diet, and possibly go on some…
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Back when riding a 20″ BMX bike was not ironic
I remember riding my bike in my subdivision as a kid, maybe 11 or 12 years old, the age before you start to worry about girls and money and looks, but around the time you realize your parents are idiots and there’s more to life than sitting in front of a TV playing with legos.…
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New glasses, old books
New glasses are strange. I always worry if they’re crooked or not, since the lackeys at the optical store adjust the frames like I adjust an aluminum can before I chuck it in the trash. I mean recycling bin – if recycling is such a big hit around here, why isn’t aluminum any cheaper? Why…
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The art of being a pompous asshole
More doctor-like stuff today, that I don’t want to talk about. Nothing disastrous, just not publically consumable. In the waiting room, I spent a while reading the John Gardner book, The Art of Fiction. What a pompous asshole. He goes on about Shakespeare all the time, like everybody’s read the complete works and memorized them.…