Saturday, February 7, 2004 |
A Journal from Austin, Texas. |
tangled WEB | food | reading | writing | time | exercise | health and mood |
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in the dark You flip a switch and nothing happens. Can you imagine life without electricity?
Our big deal today was that the power would be off for 'four to six' hours. They said they would be here at 8:30 to do it. We waited around dutifully. At 8:40 they stopped by and went off for a part and said they would be 'about an hour.' We took all out network components down gracefully. We took turns staying here while they worked. They ended the day poking holes in the sheetrock looking for a box that might have been covered. They couldn't get the closet light to work. I looked through my pictures but didn't have one of that wall after electric boxes and wire and before sheetrock. Other walls, not that one. They could get a schematic but couldn't 'get in the office today.' Wouldn't you bring one? Huh? Being without electricity is so odd. You find yourself flipping a light switch, wanting to look up something on the WEB, wanting to get a cup of coffee or use your hairdryer. We are so electricity dependent. But they get us back on the grid. Except for that closet light, of course. |
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shower
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JUST TYPING Hideously dependent.
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lunch snacks small amount of cheese
and a few tortilla chips dinner tuna on wonton chips
(about five) Today I |
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I waited while FFP went to the club
and went myself. I showered there and dressed in jeans but didn't dry
my hair. SuRu came over and we went to Fry's. We shopped the desktops, the laptops, the external hard drives, the 'all-in-one' printer/copier/scanners, the separate scanners and DVDs. At the end of the day I bought two DVDs. [Waking Life and Seabiscuit]. We didn't have the umph to go elsewhere. We shopped the WEB some more for computers and went to Gardens with FFP where he bought a vase and had it drilled and had a plant put in it. We dressed up and Gayle came over and we went to the benefit. Everyone is supposed to leave their dinner house and go to a massive champagne/dessert thing at nine. Our hostess purposely kept us conversing about HIV/AIDS and other stuff until close to eleven. OK, with me. That's the way dinner parties should be.
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Newspapers. The Conquerers by Michael Beschloss. Omaha Beach; A Flawed Victory by Adrian R. Lewis.
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thirty-one minutes on recumbent
bike
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