20 September 1999
in my cd player...
Björk
Homogenic
still...
on the page...
Jane Austen's Mansfield Park
...but
on Saturday night I guiltily picked up Hornby's High
Fidelity and re-read all the record shop parts...
there's no stopping a craving...
words to live by...
In the midst of shelving, Michael walked up to the front
of the store carrying something and said, "I don't
know you very well, but I think you'll appreciate
this," and gave me this sticker. Friends for life.
in my comment field...
"In a world where God died a hundred
years ago and computers, not oracles, predict the future,
romantic fatalism veers dangerously toward mysticism."
Alain
de Botton
found...
A letter from Jefferson City, Missouri appeared in my
mailbox on Friday and a long-lost friend is found once
more.
something out of nothing...
Erika's gourmet cooking abilities simply amaze me... she
can whip up honey herb chicken with tomatoes on egg
noodles with butternut squash out of the vast wasteland
of my kitchen in about an hour... the only thing I can do
is eat it... delicious.
deposits...
The penetrating details of Howard's last email fashioned
the deposits of rock left by melting glaciers... so real
and lasting and life-altering.
flloyd...
We weathered the hurricane/ tropical storm with a rousing
poker night at Todd and Hayley's... my luck was about as
dismal as the weather... but the hosting was divine.