Archive for June, 2004

June 29, 2004

Oxford English Dictionary’s word of the day: old school

So, first day wearing the new Rainbow Sandals. They’ve been pretty nice to me so far.

Btw, the moon is waxing gibbous tonight.

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June 24, 2004

99 rooms.


Very nice art.  A friend directed me here a few days ago.  I still haven’t left.

June 23, 2004

I kept knocking over and dropping things as I prepped lunch in the kitchen at work just now.  I cut up the most beautiful avocado—inside it was a pale yellow and creamy green—and whilst cutting a red onion, almost evaded the maleffects of its pungent, aromatic juices but alas, I did shed a few tears.  Such is life.

June 23, 2004

It was so cold at my house this morning, that I turned on the heater for a bit. Enough of this perpetually overcast 60-degree weather! Can’t wait until I get a dose of heat in SoCal this weekend.

Iron and Wine‘s exclusive EP is on the download on the iBook this morning. This is my first time downloading music from the iTunes store and man, is it slow. Maybe it has to do with the fact that we have the slowest DSL in the neighborhood. I wish it would hurry up; I need to get myself to work and stop by Katz Bagels beforehand to pick up bagels for Teacher’s Lunch today at work. Yes, I bear the responsibility of making lunch for everyone today. Only, I still haven’t gotten back into the swing of cooking so a large portion of today’s menu will entail bagels.

Okay, my breakfast went awry this morning and there is a big wet spot in the middle of my shirt where it landed.

June 20, 2004

Non-fiction aisle at Book Passage in the Ferry Plaza.

June 19, 2004

My head circumference is 22″. Melissa’s is 21″.

June 19, 2004

It’s a bone-cold, wintry Saturday morning here in SF. At least, that’s what the opaque white sky outside implies. I’m all about crawling back into bed at this point.

Nothing like summer in the city.

June 17, 2004

“It’s always dark in the forest.”
Just came back from a nocturnal walk through the park with Melissa, during which, she moved two snails “out of harm’s way,” i.e., off the bike path. There are no snails where she comes from in the Midwest.

I have a glass of amber-colored white peony tea sitting on my desk here as I sort through a laundry list of to do’s. Because it’s delicate in nature, the key to white peony is letting the water sit for a short spell after it has boiled, and then letting the leaves steep for a minute or so.

The wind is really knocking things around out there.

Gotta get that Father’s Day card out.

The word erstwhile should be used more often.

June 16, 2004

A couple of haiku from haiku virtuoso Kobayashi Issa for you:

“The summer night
so brief, so brief!”
people and blossoms agree

home village—
my summer grove is small
but it’s mine!

June 15, 2004

No calls on my cell phone today.  I feel kind of “not needed.”  You know those days where someone is calling you every five minutes to ask for directions, confirm an appointment, or get information?  Today is not one of those days.