Day: October 16, 2003

October 16, 2003 /

I smile habitually at people I don’t know, when making eye contact. When I’m tired or it’s raining, it’s like saying “Hey, yeah, you know, all in it together, hang tough.” Otherwise, it’s my version of “Hello! Don’t shoot.”

This morning at the bus stop:

Harrassed-Looking
Woman:		 “Excuse me. You got a cigarette?”
Me: “No, I’m sorry.”
(HLW pauses, looks around, looks back)
HLW: “Makes you happy, doesn’t it? Makes you happy to refuse people.”
Me: “No, I… don’t smoke.”
HLW: “Then why you smiling like that? I’ll tell you why. It’s ’cause you’re an asshole.“

Kentucky. It’s that friendly.

October 16, 2003 /

I hardly ever remember my dreams, so when I do they always seem bizarre way out of proportion. Last night I dreamt at some point that I was a superhero who worked in an office, and that a quasi-friend of mine was trying to catch me in my secret identity by going through my computer while I was in the bathroom. Fortunately I could monitor his actions via my wrist-camera screen. At another point a bunch of people, including Ian, Arnold Schwarzenegger and my cousin Josh, were at a Lowe’s that doubled as a toy store, and which sold Play-Doh and other modeling compounds in enormous quantities. (It was part of a mall, but we never actually made it that far.)

And I woke up repeating to myself “the principle of recursion is founded on the fact that some Mexican food can be made without any food.” Which almost makes sense.