February 1, 2000

born yesterday

I was half watching 'Born Yesterday' on cable while doing a few correspondence tasks. Such a moralistic tone about democracy and such, but the idea of the world of books opening up for the dumb blonde is interesting. Said in the info after the film that Judy Holliday got called to testify to the HUAC and pulled the dumb blonde act from the movie and got away with it! Hey, when I looked at imdb I see they remade the movie in 1993 with Melanie Griffith. Who knew? I must have been busy that year.

Sometimes work makes me feel incredibly stupid. Today I was accused of 'misuse of acronyms' (guilty) and found out something that I should have already known. Things change faster than I can adapt...there's no doubt of that. I've now made an acronym for my affliction and call it MOA (misuse of acronyms).

Chance and chaos. Chaos and chance. One thing happens and another and two things occupy the same space.

Wrote my sister a letter tonight decorated with Valentine's stuff on offer on ebay. She likes my letters but is not in a mood to write so it's hard to correspond. I have no trouble e-mailing my friend Mags in South Africa because she writes each day. A party, a walk to the bank, news from her son in Alaska or the other one in London. There's is always something to respond to.

Has the journal become an obsession itself? Perhaps.

At lunch today I came back to the neighborhood with SuRu. She brought her contractors over here to look at our back windows. They were trying to get hers framed in to suit her and give her lots of light. She's remodeling. Seriously, 'get-out-of-the-way- the-wall-is-coming-down' remodeling. When we arrived at her house to get the contractor, Zoey was out and sprinting around the front yard. She'd gotten out and the contractors weren't sure they could corral her. I opened the car door and let her jump in. Four muddy foot prints on the passenger seat, but we caught her. We ate at our local Thundercloud. The Vegie is a good sandwich. One of our local worthies, nicknamed Ant Watcher by Forrest for his studious perusal of the sidewalk as he perambulates, wandered by. No place like home.

I received one of those independent anonymous attitude surveys in interoffice mail today. No one else on my hallway got one.

More of the business trip firmed up. Covering a lot of ground (both technically and literally). Should be interesting, though.

"If I have not read a book before, it is, to all intents and purposes, new to me, whether it was printed yesterday or three hundred years ago."

William Hazlitt, On Reading Old Books

antique Valentine from ebay