12 November 1999

on the page...
Carol Wolper's
The Cigarette Girl
I'm being so good... promising myself I'll finish this before diving into Miss Wyoming.

in my CD player...
Elliott Smith
Either/Or
This morning on my way into work I determined that Elliott Smith is like the male version of Liz Phair. Just listen to "Say Yes" and try to disagree.

BTUs...
Todd and I are overwhelmed by the decibel level of the leaf blower outside. It's a very Microserfy complaint, but I feel at some point the decibels will turn into BTUs and we'll end up melting in our cube... not to mention that Todd just looked out the window and couldn't find one leaf to be blown.

mondays...
Laine definitely had the most interesting take on her Monday... glimpsing a world so easy to sink into. I get so many cool responses to my wondering questions. I may start asking permission to publish them... if you promise not to feel, "exposed" as one anonymous reader told me the other day upon reading his name on my site.

in my comment field...
"It is preoccupation with possessions, more than anything else, that prevents us from living freely and nobly."
Bertrand Russell

magnetic poetry [ii]...
Another night of random creativity next to the magnetic poetry display.

inquiring minds...
I've come to the conclusion that the question most asked to me in regards to whirlygirl is "Are you and Todd dating?" I thought my references to Hayley, his lovely, long-time, live-in girlfriend would dampen that notion, but I've experienced another recent flair-up in that way of thinking. Yes, I write about him a lot... but Todd attributes that to physical proximity. Plus, he thinks that the best whirlygirls are the ones that mention him.

the whirlygirl...
Just for Michael and Howard, who feared they'd never lay eyes on her whirlyness again.

housekeeping...
Todd was appalled by the thick dust accumulating on our cube's world map, so he grabbed my stuffed Bert (of Bert and Ernie fame) doll and used his hair as a duster. It's definitely Friday.

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