19 February 2000
on the page...
Haruki Murakami's
The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
As a birthday gift
to myself, I plan to finish this god-forsaken book.
in my cd player...
The Sundays
Reading, Writing, and Arithmetic
big job hooray...
Carl called with the news that he landed the Neighbor to Neighbor
job. Just to hear him talk about it makes me so happy and confident inside. During our conversation,
Carl described himself as the world's worst negotiator... so elated to be chosen to fill the position
that he was willing to work for "old newspapers and used condoms". I dream of jobs that give me this
free feeling.
froggy...
Todd talked and laughed so much last night on his already-sore throat that by the end of the evening
he could have been the spokesperson for tracheotomies. His weak Peter-Brady-cracking tone on my voice
mail yesterday was both painful and funny at the same time.
maximize the birthday hours...
I've always had a thing for making the most of a birthday... which usually involves the least amount
of sleep possible. Sparklers in the snow at 1:57 a.m. is just the beginning.
in my comment field...
"Why is it so hard to quickly sum up all of those things that we
have learned while being alive here on Earth? Why can't I just tell you, 'In ten minutes you are going to
be hit by a bus, and so in those ten minutes you must quickly itemize what you have learned from being
alive.' Chances are that you would have a blank list. And even if you gave the matter great concentration, you
would probably still have a blank list. And yet we know in our hearts that we learn the greatest and most
profound things by breathing, by seeing, by feeling, by falling in and out and in and out of love."
... Douglas Coupland
birthday wish...
I'm wishing for unseasonably warm weather in D.C. that will allow us to take the top off my car and
drive with the wind all around.