Too much

November 29th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

My room has been a disaster for months, partially because I haven’t bothered to file any of my bills or bank statements for, oh, about a year and a half. I decided to do something about that this week.

The project is going well—my room is noticeably tidier, and if for some reason I need to know how much I owed on my credit card in March, I should be able to find out in less than an hour and a half. It’s taking a lot of time to get organized, though. Meanwhile, unread magazines are piling up, and I have a couple of DVDs at home that I haven’t had time to watch. Oh, yes, and I’ve bookmarked 11 Web sites that I ran across but didn’t have time to read.

Apparently I need an extra three or four hours in my day. If someone could arrange for that, I’d be much obliged. Also, I would like a pony.

Huzzah for vacations

November 26th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

I’m back from my whirlwind Thanksgiving vacation. It started with a few days at my parents’ house, where I stuffed myself silly and admired the ever-expanding vegetable garden in back. Then I went down to Santa Cruz, just in time to enjoy a power outage. I capped things off today by spending part of my afternoon soaking in a hot tub at Well Within.

Back to work tomorrow. New posts soonish.

Planes II

November 12th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

My timing, it seems, couldn’t have been worse. Jesus.


November 11th, 2001 § Comments off § permalink

Since September 11, I’ve dreamt about planes.

Sometimes nothing goes wrong in my dreams—there’s a plane flying, no more. Sometimes I dream of a plane spiraling down to earth, not directly towards my house but perhaps a few blocks over. It probably doesn’t help that I live right by the train tracks; at 4 a.m., a freight train roaring past sounds a lot like a jet engine.

A few months ago, I went to a Giants game at Pacific Bell Park. Not long after sitting down, I had a vision of an airplane crashing into the stadium, and I spent much of the game wondering how far we were from SFO and how wide a Boeing 767′s wings are.

Mercifully, the dreams have started to recede in the past few weeks. I thought of them tonight, though, when I read yet another article about why the World Trade Center’s towers collapsed. And after reading the last two paragraphs of the article, I’ll probably dream about planes again tonight:

The south tower, its top listing noticeably to the southeast, fell at 9:59 a.m.; the north tower followed at 10:28 a.m.

Workers have been removing debris and human remains from the site ever since.

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