HomeNovember 24, 1997
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snow squallsThe forecast for today calls for snow squalls. Hmm, seems like we've been having snow squalls, snow flurries, snow storms for months now. Not that there's that much on the ground. I was surprised to see a fresh new coating of snow over last week's old dirty snow when I came back from Nancy's after the weekend. There wasn't more than a few flurries and a few drops of sleet in Providence. Driving back last night, I noticed once again that the area around Groton had significant snow but as I got further north and east, mainly east, there was less. Same snow distribution pattern. I really wish I'd been able to take Weather and Climate this semester but unfortunately it was on Thursday night. Saturday morning's snow was the funniest because as the snow picked up, a flock of starlings settled on the bare tree across the parking lot from my window, making it look like it had leaves again, and started singing. They were singing at the top of their little starling lungs. The harder it snowed, the louder they sang. More starlings joined them. I told Nancy there were a million of them, but the actual number was closer to 200. Such a sight to see! Today's mini-squall kicked up a little while ago but hasn't resulted in the starling phenomenon yet. agenda for todayToday's agenda for me is simple:
queer pajamasWell, I bought a new phone to replace the broken Plantronics one. Inexplicably, I picked another Plantronics one. I bought toilet paper, t-shirts, shorts, ballpoint pen refills, and a few odds and ends. This took an unusually long time because when I was in the men's t-shirt department I got into eavesdropping on a heterosexual couple shopping for pajamas for the guy. Every pair he picked, she said: "No, that's a queer color. Don't get that." or "That makes you look like a fairy." This went on and on for at least 20 minutes. I hid in the next aisle so it wasn't obvious I was watching them. She called him "Butch". Now these pajamas he was picking were manly colors like maroon or blue & white stripes, not pink or yellow or anything. Go figure. After 20 minutes they moved on without any pajamas. I'd love to see what that woman thought was an acceptably straight pair of pj's. the great American novelWriting is damn near impossible. I can't make myself do it. I allocated gobs of empty calendar time to do it and then find a million errands I have to do. As I was complaining to Nancy about this tonight, she pointed out that I take photographs without any prompting at all. I don't have to force myself to get out the camera. I'm not trying to make the camera my livelihood, though. Nancy and a number of my friends claim my photographs are really good. I claim they are merely above average vacation pictures. If that. I know I don't like the way they look when I scan them in with the the Easy Photo scanner and convert them to gifs. They look dark and drab as gifs. They lose the texture, which is what I really strive for in photographs. Actually, the pure texture shots don't go on this web page ever. So people who compliment my photos are commenting on stuff most of my journal audience hasn't seen. Maybe I should relax about the weird texture shots and put some of them up - maybe jpegs would look better than gifs. Maybe I should reconsider photography as a calling... maybe it's just an excuse not to write... who knows? Time to put on my queer pajamas and get to bed. |
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