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04/06/99 - The honeymoon is over and a married man sits at a desk that looks strikingly to the way it did when the single man saw it last. The single man is not here to see it. As a child the he accepted views changed with age. Views do change with age just not as quickly as he thought. The changes don't occur discretely but gradually over time. Maybe time and age aren't the same, though... in fact, they can't be. For an individual time and age are the same but more than 6 billion people move through time together. It's getting deep, isn't it? Philosophy is fun but not at 8am on the 1st day at work after a break... especially when the break was for your marriage. Facing an unknown amount of old messages, both voice and email, the married man wishes he were elsewhere... like back in Ireland with his wife... as that's not feasible it's off for some coffee then back to the desk to work.
04/07/99 - Right before leaving to be married I took a history test... I got a B-. I think I did better the effort derserves better than that... 3 points better... ok, 4! Since writing the question would take serveral lines I'll leave you guys in the dark... the importnat point is my answer satisfied the question. Not only that, but Lego men are all kinds of upset that I'm putting so much time into this class on getting Bs consistantly! They saw last year when I lolligagged through accounting with an A+... but I think the Lego men are digressing. The point is my test isn't quite B- bad. Sure my handwriting is tough to read but the points are all there. This test should have been a dress rehearsal... next time an annotated, typed blue book with full color artwork gets submitted... it would take as long... ok, enough ranting. The Lego men and I will discuss test 3 and the Final Exam plans... no more B-s for me!
04/08/99 - Hey! It's Andy's birthday. Send him a message. Tell him your favorite type of beer... his is Sam Adams. Andy is in his 30th year. That makes him slightly older than I am. Help Wanted will be interviewed on VCU radio tomorrow. I think VCU radio may be the type piped into dorms and campus buildings but not available for public consumption but promotion is promotion. I might wear my flag shirt tomorrow... not that the shirt can be seen on the radio but it should affect the mood... right? I want to take just a moment to say "hi" to my wife; I hope she reads this... I'm posting a bit late as work has kept me busy. Kelley says I can leave to do the radio interview (Kelley is my boss) if I get lots done (there are specifics but I'll not bore you). So... back to the grindstone with my nose.
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04/12/99 -
"Better declare them pennies on your eyes." I didn't understand that line until I was in highschool
studying Latin (which I didn't do to well). Last night I did my taxes. I owe money. While I'm
depressed I'm not going to bitch and complain. So the governement doesn't do everything I'd like
it to do and so it's not efficient but it's mione and I'm happy to be here. I figure I have 3 choices:
1) leave; 2) front my membership fee and shut up; 3) front my membership fee, get elected and change
the way it's spent for the better. I choose 2... for now. My past isn't so checkered that 3 is out
of the question. In fact, I could probably stand up to any witch hunt scandal search. If Jesse
Ventura can be elected so can a guitar playing, shaved head, history freak mathboy, right? No
Chapaquidicks (in fact I can even spell the word); No Gennifer Flowers; No secret bank accounts with
big bucks... no money, really... which is probably why I don't feel so bad paying my taxes. Picture
requests? Here's my office window: 
04/13/99 - It's another one of those days where the mind doesn't quite seem to be in gear. I have to take the bed spread for a dry cleaning... much less fun than, say, talking Emelie for a walk. I have to make a Target run for essential household stuff. I have to read 250 more pages about Reconstruction. Tomorrow I have to drive to DC for band practice. In 10 minutes I have a meeting about bosses. See, the mind isn't empty it just doesn't contain much of mass appeal. I know this, too, isn't true. Mass appeal is not so much related to the subject matter but the way in which the subject is revealed, right? See, I've made poop somewhat interesting in the past... that's not all that difficult, is it? Scatalogical humor is... well, not spelled correctly and funny. Oh, my camera seems broken. It only captures blackness AND my computer crashes everytime I use it. Sucks. Well, here comes meeting time like a commuter train... either it will pick me up and take me elsewhere or derail right as it enters the station causing a big messy mess.
04/14/99 - I have many problems... most of which, thankfully, don't bother me. One is bothering me right now... basically because I just figured it out. Ok, here we go. I was eating Cheerios this morning when I almost pushed one right out of the bowl. I caught it with my spoon as it teetered on the edge yelling "Help! Help!" And I thought why would it be so bad to be saved from the digestive track of the big giant person in whose bowl you floated helplessly with a bunch of your buddies. I thought some more. Maybe being eaten by a person isn't so bad. Maybe the bad thing is to escape the bowl but then be tracked and devoured by the big black dog. Maybe that's Hell for a Cheerio. Then it hit me. I'm assigning thoughts and emotions to am inanimate morsel of breakfast cereal. I do this to pens and scraps of paper and broken glass and almost every little bit of clutter in my life. How am I supposed to keep and organized tiddy life when each piece of trash that enters it gains a personality?! Am I really supposed to coldly toss aside the best box of bent paper clips that ever walked the planet? See, I'm doomed... And Kara married me... she's in trouble, isn't she?
04/15/99 - Tax Day is here. I need to write the check and mail it. I can't seem to get my day together, though. I forgot my watch... I didn't discover until now which is actually later than I think it may be. That's the problem about not having a watch... I have no clue what time it is. My watch is 7 minutes ahead so I know to subtract 7 for the real time. I have no idea how accurate my computer and pager are. Nor do I really care. I think it's 9:45 but even that's moot because no one reads this right as I write, right? Blights might frighten nightengales sighting fighting, biting kiting. How kites can bite and fight frightens knights. Boo. Nonsense sure beats the heck out boring sense, doesn't it? We should should heap some sugar boogers on floating boats of babies. Maybe I can can carry merry menaces Chinese fences and tiny cups of tea for the three of them beat sentences in past tenses under false pretenses ba boo ya ba boo ya ba boo ya hey! That's enough for today.
04/16/99 - Taxes away. As these words become digitized the 8th Presiden of UR is being invested... actually, his money is. The University has taken it and put it in Mutual Funds. As a penniless dude, Dr. C now has to work for a living as the President of this here university. The best part is I can blast the ceremony on my PC and no one will ask me to turn it down. Sure, it's not Help Wanted, but loud is loud and I like loud so I'm happy. Dr. C is chatting about rich folk who don't have to work and but share their name with big buildings. Now he's talking about patches. Patches meaning that which is uniquely ours... Oh, he just mentions centrifugal force! It's an acceleration, not a force! True, the difference is subtle, BUT... Ok, my impression of the whole process is... the bubbles floating on my coffee look like Ireland. Well, I think the Investiture is a little too pompy and not quite solid enough... but then people like to be part of things so stuff like this let's people look important without really hurting anything. Ok, I'm listening to Dr. C's speech... he's good. Maybe there is some substance here. Ok, let's see what happens.
04/19/99 - On monday morning people lay in bed an extra second and rub their eyes slightly harder than they would on other days. Like the sun begins the morning monday begins the week... it's not necessarily first but something has to be so monday it is. As a begining of something new monday represents change. Change and fear are like Batman and Robin... so sheets stay warm longer and eyes are reder. But movement occurs and this monday usually looks just like the last one... the weather may be different or the Sports Center guys may be wearing new ties but these changes go unnoticed, 2 new fish in a sea of schools. In Kenya, the roads are dusty. In Ireland, the Guiness is frothy. In Richmond, Lee's computer crashes. Hi, Monday. It's nice to see you again. See you next week. That's about the size of monday. How long do you think it would take me to ride a bike to Atlanta? Anyone want to go? Seriously. Maybe I'll go to Vermont instead. I wonder if I could make that feat part of my job?
04/20/99 - Ways to get a raise without getting a raise. 1) Convince the whole world to lower prices. 2) Stop wearing clothes when those you now own wear out. 3) Ramen Noodles. 4) Walk everywhere. 5) Ask your parents to invent something cool PDQ. 6) Hope the value of finger nail clippings goes through the roof. 7) Hope the value of black lab hair goes through the roof. This may be the tangent I seek. Imagine a wig made solely from black lab hair. I can. Heck, I can see fields of green and... how does that song go? Louie Armstrong... help me out. I suddenly feel like being a bird. The best way a bird could communicate is by writing with it's beak... one might say "why don't birds talk?" To which the only reply can be: no vocal chords. But then there's the whole brain function thing. They have small brains we have big brains. I have a few friends named Brian... the vowel order always messes me up. I smart bird could make good money.
04/21/99 - The world's natural state is shockingly screwed up. Teenage brains go psycho... most end up dressing badly but a few actually pick up guns. The brain apparently has a pretty good chance of remaining in a state of logical denial because occasionally adults do the same things... the people are always label something synonymous with "damaged"... I'm not certain "damaged" isn't the natural state... most manage to transcend. Some go even further than merely keeping themselves from killing at every whim. Two of those there terrific transcenders are Ben and Jerry. Today I hope the rumor I've heard is true and choose to devote the final few words of this here piece to them. Free Ice Cream?! That Rocks! What am I talking about? Go see for yourself. If you happen to be reading this page after April 27th, 1999, well, you may have missed this year's opportunity to experience a free icr cream cone... I guess you can wait until next April, though. The point is: free ice cream is good. If you think you've mastered the not killing people thing try to be nice to everyone... it may be the help they need.
04/22/99 - Ice cream: When I was, say, 8, I heard in school that chewing gum shouldn't be swallowed. The digestive system required 7 years to process gum. "Ick" thunk I,"15 I'll be when poop this I will." I made a mental note to watch for gum... thinking it would come out in one big colorful blob... ok, that's gross, sorry. But then my thoughts started to raise fright. My grandmother lived in Westover Hills very near Stratford Hills in which there was a McDonalds across the street from which there was a Baskin Robins. Mema (that's what my sister and I called our grandmother) would take us to McDonalds and then to Baskin Robins (when Mom would let her). I liked the Bubblegum flavored ice cream with real chunks of bubble gum in it. The 28 year old mind cringes at the thought but 2 decades ago the same mind dug it. Anyway, how much of that stuff had I eaten... I always swallowed the gum. Would my stomach be so full of gum I'd starve without feeling hungry? I knew I was a short timer because of my unlucky taste for weird ice cream. So, now I'm thinking that wasn't gum after all, just gum flavored chocolate. Chocolate, I say.
04/23/99 - Freedom... In the mail was a note asking me to sign a petition requesting the President to do something about the gun violence killing about 14 kids a day. No doubt it's awful but it's not the President's job to keep guns out of people's hands. I do not own a working gun... unless you count squirt guns, which I don't. I don't forsee myself owning a working gun... I am fascinated but that's outside the point. Freedom is the issue. Laws can be good but a) laws are the legislature's job and b) laws won't solve the problem. Did you drink before you were 21? Have you tried pot? How fast was your car going on the way to where ever you are now? My point is attitude is the issue. The two kids in Colorado would have found some way to do what they did even if guns were illegal. Other gun violence is drug related. Drugs are a good business. The money involved needs guarding... if not with guns it will be protected with something as deadly. Gun violence is not the issue it appears to be. Dig deeper. Perhaps I've not dug deep enough but I think planned parenthood is the key. Kids are neglected when they're not expected... or when the parents aren't ready for the responsibility even when they think they want it. Problems blossom from there. Nutured kids may still be killers but chances are fewer will be.
04/26/99 - I stuck REM's Chronic Town CD in the computer. It's been a while since music gave me the chills. I'd like to thank REM for what it's worth. Only a few bands really strike me as original. The Beatles, Hendrix... REM. I don't think this sound existed widely until REM pushed it into the mainstream. No, that's not an original thought but I still felt like saying it. The X-Files was good last night. Baseball was the theme and the ending fit with the story... plus they made fun of MacGyver. I can honestly say "I don't get it." The X-Files are most fun when they make little sense. This season seems to be so much about closure when closure really kinda defeats the fun. This all winds back to life's senselessness... sum thymes ghun an udder thymes centsless. nutting haz two mayk a rhyme every time, does it? That's why I like it like it like it. A home owner I soon shall be. Better start pricing lawn mowers... I think I may buy a push mower just because I like the look. There!
04/27/99 - I'm too busy to write today... ask me about it later. A quick poem maybe? Actually, maybe a thought. I don't know how this relates to God, but for some reason I associate this story with my grandmother making a religous point. The world, she said, if shrunk to pool ball size would be smoother than a pool ball. I guess I had this vission of Mt Everest sticking up like a thorn or a quill or something. I can't think of a point other than the lump clay candle stick holder I made in art class wouldn't be so lumpy if God made it. Over and out.
04/28/99 - We bought a house. Since this is posted to the entire world I'll tell you it's WAY out in Goochland County and let you decide if the lie is true. Well, I was supposed to take an exam last night but couldn't as I'd worked too hard yesterday and was in a bad mood... no way to take an exam if you can postpone. So I had a short sleeved shirt on as I was walking to the back door with a bag O' garbage when the radio guy started talking about the Supreme NATO Commander... Supreme, eh? I thought about that all the way to the garbage can at which time I realized "Hey, it's cold out here". I changed... now the arms. "I changed". That's big. In this case it just means my shirt is different, though. I can't seem to type today... driving me bonkers when I hit all the keys around the one for which I'm aiming. Our real estate agent is Meg. I noticed Meg backwards is gem... there's probably a marketing angle there but, phonetically, Gem backwards is Mej which isn't Meg... weird, isn't it?
04/29/99 - April showers are working on those May flowers, right? I actually thought that was about the Pilgrims. Wow, they liked the rain so much they came all the way from Europe for it. See, the Gulf Stream never entered my mind... I didn't know the west of Europe was so wet... maybe it was the showers over there that brought them to the dryness here... who cares? Help Wanted goes into the studio tomorrow. Egads! I've let this sit for 2 hours! So sorry! Ok, The band in the studio; the family in a new house. New places. Uh... did I mention work is hopping this morning? I've got Web Registration issues and Alumni/Developement software issues and databases access to establish for Microsoft products and I just got mail (my favorite part of work!)... Hey, it's from my aunt! Later.