Time: 1: 42 pm
Location: The park across from Stop 'n Shop Grocery. Out of the hole.
Temperature: 23˚ Celsius
Humidity: 41%
I will never become a plant. They have too much time to think. And I have not been blessed with the ability to turn sunlight into energy.
Time: 1:44 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am, however, quite gifted at turning sunlight into blisters. Ow.
Time: 1:45 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 1:46 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
What do I have to eat? I finished the canned peaches last night, and pickled asparagus is only good with fish. And, quite frankly, I would trust fish caught out of the old industrial lake more than the ones from the grocery store.
Time: 1:47 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Dead fish shouldn't move. Ever.
Time: 1:51 pm
Location: Walking across Calloway to the Vietnamese Restaurant
Temperature and Humidity: Same
As little as I trust the restaurants in this town (or really restaurants in general – who knows where they get their vegetables?), I trust the grocery store even less. Besides, I haven't eaten out in 20 years. It's time to live a little.
Time: 2:00 pm
Location: Vietnamese Restaurant, in a booth
Temperature: 22˚ Celsius
Humidity: 38%
I forgot that I hate eating out. Everyone's so servile – it's like a regression to the Dark Ages. And nothing good came out of the Dark Ages. Except crop rotation. But they stole that, so it doesn't count.
Time: 2:01 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Oh, hell. Here comes the waiter. Now I'll have to order:
"Please, Mistress, how can I serve you?"
"Bring me Pho Tom, cur, or feel my wrath"
"Of course, Mistress. I live to serve"
And he will leave smiling, despite the fact that I have treated him little better than a slave. People are idiots.
Time: 2:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Blech. I feel...dirty. Which is strange – I wouldn't feel anything at all if this waiter was hit by a bus tomorrow. I'd probably say it was his own damn fault.
Time: 2:04 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
That's the other thing I hate about eating out. People.
Time: 2:06 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There's a disgusting old man with an eyepatch wolfing down dumplings. His eyes keep darting around the room – just like a nervous bird picking picking at seeds while there's a hawk circling.
Time: 2:07 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Oh. No. Not like a bird. He's got chunks of dumpling oozing down into his beard.
Time: 2:13 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
It's sickening. I'm actually losing my appetite.
Time: 2:16 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
And the soup isn't helping. I don't know what's swimming in with the rice noodles, or even if it ever swam, but those rubbery bits certainly aren't shrimp.
Time: 2:18 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm going home. Pickled asparagus may be less than ideal, but at least it won't give me some horrible septic disease.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Entry #481
Time: 8:45 am
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in bed
Temperature: 12° Celsius
Humidity: 45%
I wonder what it's like to be a plant. I know how they grow and how they breathe. I know what they need to live. I know how to help them productive. But what really makes a plant tick? What defines a ficus's existential reality? Would a fern be a Stoic or an Epicurean?
Time: 8:46 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need to get inside their heads. But how?
Time: 9:30 am
Location: The park across from Stop n' Shop Grocery. In a hole.
Temperature: 22° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
There. That should do it. I've got water if I get thirsty, and there's lots of sun here. I should be set for a while. All I have to do is think plant.
Time: 9:41 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Mmmm. Sun.
Time: 9:58 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Time is meaningless - everything is just a blur of thought. And emptiness.
Time: 10:20 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 24° Celsius
Humidity: 44%
I'm not sure I like this. There's too much time. I can't stop thinking of him. Why can't I stop thinking of him?
Time: 10:48 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am 57 years old. I shouldn't feel this way anymore. I shouldn't miss him like this. I should be able to move on with my life. There was a reason I left.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I can still see his eyes in our silent conversations. The almost imperceptible crinkle at the corner when he laughed, or the light in the middle when he said he loved me. The way his hair spilled over his forehead when he slept.
Time: 11:40 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Damn it. I left him. I LEFT HIM.
Time: 12: 08 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Why do I still love him when I shouldn't?
Time: 12:56 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Push it out of your head Margie-girl. Stop wasting energy on useless passion – you've ruled your life by reason, and this is no time to change. Watch the people around you. Feel the sun on your skin. Dig your toes in the earth and understand what plants understand. Think about everything so you can think about nothing.
Time: 1:00 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The woman with the leaky ceiling is sitting on a bench in the playground. Her head twitches slightly, like she's counting the squeaks of the rusty swings as the wind tangles them together.
A teenage girl is staggering along the sidewalk. She is covered from head to toe in soot. The woman with the leaky ceiling has gotten up to follow her.
Two men with a hand truck have taken the ATM from Stop 'n Shop and are running down the alleyway, presumably towards a getaway car. Nectar robbers have a better strategy, and they're running off a cerebral ganglion, not a brain.
Time: 1:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I hate people.
Time: 1:23 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Ferns are definitely Stoics. Feeling emotion without moving is impossible – they'd explode.
Location: Watershed Heights Basement, in bed
Temperature: 12° Celsius
Humidity: 45%
I wonder what it's like to be a plant. I know how they grow and how they breathe. I know what they need to live. I know how to help them productive. But what really makes a plant tick? What defines a ficus's existential reality? Would a fern be a Stoic or an Epicurean?
Time: 8:46 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I need to get inside their heads. But how?
Time: 9:30 am
Location: The park across from Stop n' Shop Grocery. In a hole.
Temperature: 22° Celsius
Humidity: 43%
There. That should do it. I've got water if I get thirsty, and there's lots of sun here. I should be set for a while. All I have to do is think plant.
Time: 9:41 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Mmmm. Sun.
Time: 9:58 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Time is meaningless - everything is just a blur of thought. And emptiness.
Time: 10:20 am
Location: Same
Temperature: 24° Celsius
Humidity: 44%
I'm not sure I like this. There's too much time. I can't stop thinking of him. Why can't I stop thinking of him?
Time: 10:48 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I am 57 years old. I shouldn't feel this way anymore. I shouldn't miss him like this. I should be able to move on with my life. There was a reason I left.
Time: 11:16 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I can still see his eyes in our silent conversations. The almost imperceptible crinkle at the corner when he laughed, or the light in the middle when he said he loved me. The way his hair spilled over his forehead when he slept.
Time: 11:40 am
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Damn it. I left him. I LEFT HIM.
Time: 12: 08 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Why do I still love him when I shouldn't?
Time: 12:56 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Push it out of your head Margie-girl. Stop wasting energy on useless passion – you've ruled your life by reason, and this is no time to change. Watch the people around you. Feel the sun on your skin. Dig your toes in the earth and understand what plants understand. Think about everything so you can think about nothing.
Time: 1:00 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
The woman with the leaky ceiling is sitting on a bench in the playground. Her head twitches slightly, like she's counting the squeaks of the rusty swings as the wind tangles them together.
A teenage girl is staggering along the sidewalk. She is covered from head to toe in soot. The woman with the leaky ceiling has gotten up to follow her.
Two men with a hand truck have taken the ATM from Stop 'n Shop and are running down the alleyway, presumably towards a getaway car. Nectar robbers have a better strategy, and they're running off a cerebral ganglion, not a brain.
Time: 1:03 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I hate people.
Time: 1:23 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Ferns are definitely Stoics. Feeling emotion without moving is impossible – they'd explode.
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Entry #480
Time: 7:49 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival. Still.
Temperature: 19° Celsius
Humidity: 34%
I keep trying to leave this carnival, but it's like some horrible physicist's black hole whose event horizon I have clearly crossed.
Time: 7:52 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, near the food trailer
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There are...things...moving around in the bottom of the ball pit. This is why I study plants. Plants don't move. Except slime molds. Which don't really count.
Time: 7:53 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 7:54 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Do they sell anything decently edible and not laced with something at this carnival? There was a man shouting about drinking tiger's blood, and some nun ogling a clown. Perhaps I don't get out of the basement enough, but that sort of behavior seems decidedly abnormal. Young people these days...
Time: 7:55 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
"Young people these days?" Damn it. I sound like my mother.
Time: 7:58 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Age aside, I'll eat wild mushrooms, but I'm not brave enough for those funnel cakes. At least I know where the mushrooms came from. And what was in them. And whether or not I'd be seeing them again.
Time: 8:00 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, walking away from the food trailer, and towards one of the exits (maybe)
Temperature and Humidity: Same - Wait...
What the hell is going on?
Time: 8:01
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, between one of the psudo-exits and what is left of the food trailer.
Temperature: It's difficult to tell. 19° behind me, and 30° in front
Humidity: 26% and dropping
The food trailer is on fire. Bits of burning napkin and flatware are blowing around in the wind - the edges burning like earthworms writhing in the sun.
Two women have fled the trailer. Quite wisely I might add. There is smoke pouring out of all sides of the trailer, and the flames seem to be spreading. Not to mention that their obvious incompetence was the start of the fire. No one who can create a funnel cake whose only redeeming factor seems to be it's obvious relationship to chunks of asphalt should be put in charge of hot grease.
Location: Gilbert's Carnival. Still.
Temperature: 19° Celsius
Humidity: 34%
I keep trying to leave this carnival, but it's like some horrible physicist's black hole whose event horizon I have clearly crossed.
Time: 7:52 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, near the food trailer
Temperature and Humidity: Same
There are...things...moving around in the bottom of the ball pit. This is why I study plants. Plants don't move. Except slime molds. Which don't really count.
Time: 7:53 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
I'm hungry.
Time: 7:54 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Do they sell anything decently edible and not laced with something at this carnival? There was a man shouting about drinking tiger's blood, and some nun ogling a clown. Perhaps I don't get out of the basement enough, but that sort of behavior seems decidedly abnormal. Young people these days...
Time: 7:55 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
"Young people these days?" Damn it. I sound like my mother.
Time: 7:58 pm
Location: Same
Temperature and Humidity: Same
Age aside, I'll eat wild mushrooms, but I'm not brave enough for those funnel cakes. At least I know where the mushrooms came from. And what was in them. And whether or not I'd be seeing them again.
Time: 8:00 pm
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, walking away from the food trailer, and towards one of the exits (maybe)
Temperature and Humidity: Same - Wait...
What the hell is going on?
Time: 8:01
Location: Gilbert's Carnival, between one of the psudo-exits and what is left of the food trailer.
Temperature: It's difficult to tell. 19° behind me, and 30° in front
Humidity: 26% and dropping
The food trailer is on fire. Bits of burning napkin and flatware are blowing around in the wind - the edges burning like earthworms writhing in the sun.
Two women have fled the trailer. Quite wisely I might add. There is smoke pouring out of all sides of the trailer, and the flames seem to be spreading. Not to mention that their obvious incompetence was the start of the fire. No one who can create a funnel cake whose only redeeming factor seems to be it's obvious relationship to chunks of asphalt should be put in charge of hot grease.
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