So it's been like 90 degrees
with 110% humidity for weeks, and the day of the beach
party for La Madre's birthday is the first cold day since
April! Nobody went in the water. But the Beach Boys'
house is lovely in all weather (especially during storms,
which we didn't have any of today for a change) and a
good time was had by those in attendance. La Familia Loca
informs me that I should be calling my online journal a
blog in order to be more trendy. In step with the times,
that's me. The only thing is, this isn't a blog because I
craft the html myself offline and upload it. Plus I don't
do the "links and commentary" thing much if at all. I
tend to write about my adventures in the real reality
instead of the virtual reality. Reality is not the
sandwich I ordered (i miss allen ginsberg).
Speaking of mi familia loca, Andrea
now spends all her time watching the food channel when
she is not reading. She wants to be a chef. This is not
surprising as she started demanding an Easy Bake Oven
years before she was old enough to use one safely. Food
is love and all that jazz too. Besides that, she used to
want to be a writer but with a horrible example of the
writing life like AJ, what moderately sane child would
ever consider becoming a writer. Speaking of AJ the
former writer, somebody at the rehearsal dinner on Friday
mentioned the Great American Driver Manual upon being
introduced to me. So I may be a one book wonder but not
totally obscure yet. How to be a fantasy writer in one
easy lesson: read the UNIX kernel, document it, wait a
few years until UNIX is a museum piece, age ungracefully,
and wake up one morning realizing it was all a
dream.
By the way my monitor ceased to
function on Wednesday. It's 7 years old. I guess I got my
money's worth. I ordered a new one on Thursday morning
for delivery on Friday. Knowing that at least one of the
MacConnection's warehouses in Ohio, I despaired of
actually getting it on Friday but there it was on my
doorstep when I woke up Friday morning. I guess either it
wasn't coming from Ohio or the power outage happened
after they dispatched the monitor to Airborne
Express.
So it all really is a
dream/nightmare/illusion. Computers are and always have
been highly overrated.
I am kind of sad that Andrea is
giving up on writing so soon, but with me as an example,
who can blame her?
Once upon a time sitting on a pier
in New Jersey staring at the green light at the end of
Daisy's dock thinking of Dean Moriarty I was coming home
in October. Everyone comes home in October. Thus endeth
this online journal until after the rotator cuff
restoration, when it may or may not become a
blog.
