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June 20, 2003
Thanking The Police
I heard "Every Breath you Take" by the Police three times today. As soon as I got in my car to go to work, as soon as I was leaving - and once during the day when an actor played me a sweet remix of it off the Sopranos CD - I wish I could recall now what other song it was remixed with.
Not that this is particularly odd or interesting in itself. It's not a song I hear on the radio with that kind of frequency, though. It made me wander off into my head and think for a while. I enjoyed that. The rhythm of the song seemed to be with me all day, but not in that stuck-in-your-head kind of way. It was chill, and I thank the Police for my good day.
Very rarely do I thank police. Mostly I just make disparaging comments about police. *The* Police, though, I feel fairly deserve a thank you from me. And now they have it.
My days are running together, the way trees run together when you're watching them through the window of a train. I feel like I am just having one long day, one long day in a country where I don't speak the language. But, for some reason, it makes me like my life more.
My fortune cookie today read:
"At 20 years of age the will reigns;
at 30 the wit; at 40 the judgment."
Posted by kati at 08:39 PM
June 19, 2003
baseball psychics
So I had some time to kill the other day and was driving around Berkeley. There were all these enigmatic signs for a "Psychic Fair" and so I thought, well hell, I may as well go and have a look.
To my surprise, the signs seemed to lead nowhere, and there was a new one on almost every corner pointing in at least 2 different directions. I tried to understand the route for a bit and then gave up. I guess if I was supposed to go, then I should have just *known* where it was. It was a psychic fair, after all.
I was walking on Telegraph later that day and some guy was apparently checking me out. Doing this distracted him enough to cause him to walk straight into a sign that was right in front of him. Made my fuckin' day, I'll tell you!
Let's go A's! They pulled it out in extra innings. A good time had by all, though I am tired at a little grumpy at work now. Ah, well. It was worth it. I won $4 betting with Sean and Dustin over dot/BART races! Thanks to Sean for tickets, that cool dollar, and loverly beverages, and to Jason for sharing his mexican food with me. Well, thank yous for sharing food goes to about everyone: Michele for the nachos, jess: hotdog, mike: hotdog, paul; hotdog. Ooooh, I did *not* eat three hotdogs last night! That's a lie!
Posted by kati at 09:16 AM
June 09, 2003
Ahhhh, yes.
Nutty night. Generally, had fun - but this guy Nick was a total Ivy League Asshole and I hope he eats shit forever. He even called me a bitch! (which I felt was a little uncalled for). Met some cool Irish lasses, BAG might know them (Elaine, Jane, and Anne). Overall, good to get out. Thanks to Sean for coming, I miss my pals from B-town. I love you all.
"It's a bittersweet symphony that's life,
Try to make ends meet, you're a slave to money
Then you die,"
-R.I.P Sav - Lord knows I'll miss you.
Posted by kati at 02:44 AM
June 06, 2003
Six Straight Hours of Sex on a See-Saw
Gulp, gulp ... only a moment of free time. Just wanted to post something to remind myself that I am not dead. yes, that's right. Alive and well as it turns out. Alive and well and typing.
Thanks to Michele for letting me talk her damn ear off at baseball. I was starved for intellectual conversation. Well, that's a lie really - I was starved for conversation, period.
Thanks to Dianna for spinning us round and round on that nauseating playground machine. It took quite a while for the world to come back into focus after about 8 straight minutes on that thing, and I was sufficiently queasy for a few hours afterward. It was fun.
Apologies to Erica, for shoveling her chips rudely into my mouth before I realized they were hers. I thought they were Michele's, and clearly had no problem being rude and eating *her* snacks.
Also, due apologies to the Irish lad I was supposed to take to BART. I lost you in the shuffle and can only assume that you were in the small crew of folks who followed Kristen like devoted little goslings to the parking lot and then, I assume, piled into her vehicle like clowns in a Volkswagen.
Ahhh, time's up. Adieu.
Posted by kati at 05:21 PM