Tuesday, November 30, 2004

what dan does instead of leaving his desk at lunchtime

I was wondering how the arguments went yesterday.  This article doesn’t inspire much confidence in me that wisdom will prevail.

it was like this when I got here at 02:08 PM
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Shiver Me Timbers

Growing up in the ‘burbs, my bike was my escape pod.  If I pedaled hard enough I could clear my mind of petty complications and all the aching sameness in which I felt myself enmired.  And if I was sufficiently goal-oriented, I might even get somepleace.  But, since it was the valley in the 70s, there really weren’t very many places to go worth going: a bowling alley, the community college, a record store. If I pounded as hard as I could I could climb up to mulholland, but other than the famous view* there was nothing else up there. 

(*: I have no idea whose pictures these are, but they are coming in very handy here.  That Mulholland series was right along my standard training route when I was in high school, that’s just where I’d have been going if I wanted to bike as hard as I could.  Which I usually didn’t.)

Really, if I wanted a destination worth visting, and reasonably within my range, my best choice was usually the mall. Fashion Square was an old-skool mall, built in the early ‘60s to provision a burgeoning postwar community.  It had the requisite fawncy department stores at either end, a long arcade of botiques and specialty stores, and one run-down diner: the Jolly Roger.  I was still pretty young when I realized that, other than its grinning skull-n-xbones-themed decor, the place was basically a washed-out dive with weak food, tired desserts and perfunctory service at best.  The excitement and adventure implied by its name was an empty promise.  Yet, I could get there on my bicycle without too much effort, and I could usually afford a dish of ice cream there if I was inclined to have one.  Sometimes when the boredom overtook me, that’s where I went and that’s what I did. 

So it came to pass one day when I was 14 or so that I hopped on the ol’ 12 speed and took a spin out to the mall for a little exercise, distraction and treat.  I parked, locked up, walked up and down the bland selection of shops, and then entered the Roger, where I waited to be seated pursuant to a posted notice.  And that’s when I noticed her.

it was like this when I got here at 08:09 AM
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Monday, November 29, 2004

Thankyouverymuch

Things went thankfully fine this long weekend.  We are now officially embarked upon the holiday season, with its attendant treacly muzak and adorable windowdisplays of ambiguous elves and chortling bearded older men in loosely draped clothes holding onto big knurled poles.  Now, before I get totally sick of the xmas cheer (already I’ve et too much candy, I’m a bit off my breakfast this morning), it’s a good time to look back on a truly thanks-inducing weekend:

it was like this when I got here at 09:34 AM
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There’s some new handbills pasted up on my way from the bus station to work that are raising…

Scarlet Woman