Random observations

Satying up all night at 28 feels like coming down from acid at 18.

Can I share one from richard brautigan? I can't take credit for writing it, only for having read it...

At the clothing store down the street, they had a t-shirt hanging out that said "COMPTON HOOKERS".

Why does anyone wear a t-shirt that says "Compton hookers"?

At the bookstore, the clerk's shirt said dynamic truckers. Somethingth street, New York.

I dunno about 18.

Coming down from acid at 30 was something.

(thnx for the brautigan one btw. good un.)

wat is de lol ervan, een pakje zakdoekjes te pakken
als je al vijf minuten later, ze nergens meer kan vinden!

Easy for YOU to say....

Staying up all night at 50 is like sleeping all the next day... and the next...

NOW I'd be scared to do acid... mostly because of the recovery time...

What Wy said, but from someone who is 61.

Well, Diane, if we're braggin', I'm all of 53...

You youngster, you baby, you whipper snapper!

Another observation that I find troubling is the way people drive and how it has changed in the past 20 years. There is a meaness, an insensitivity to others and, sometimes, the willingness to let the anger break into tragic action.

Something else--although I have enjoyed my older years much, much more than my younger days, one of the major problems of being old is remembering how things used to be. Not in an idealized way--prices were not so high, the world was a better place--no, since human nature will remain the same, the world is unlikely to become a better place in most ways. There are plenty of Hitlers, given the right circumstances.

The things that I remember are being able to drink from a mountain stream without worrying about getting sick from polluted water. I remember pristine air and the way nature looked in the southwest before developers raped so much of it.

Don't worry. I'll be back with some beautiful and happy observations.

Not-so-random observation: I'd have guessed, from a brief meeting, that Wy was much younger -- a decade or two, even.

Women are happy if they coordinate with each other. I went to this photoshoot thingy, four of us, no directions on what to wear, never met each other before, we all showed up in black and white. Not some wearing all black, some of us wearing white, but all of us wearing equal parts black and white.

Everyone thought that was incredibly cool.

I used to have a boss who I almost always coordinated with. We'd both wear lavender. We'd both wear red & black. We'd both wear sundresses. We'd both wear pant suits. It was entirely unplanned, we just had similar wardrobes and similar patterns -- this after this, this for this kind of weather. People would always look at us and say, "Hey, you didn't send me the memo!" It made us happy.

I'd have guessed both Wy and Diane to be younger than they are.

I haven't seen stars with the same clarity since I was a kid in Fresno. Where I live now, stars are dim and wide spread in the sky.

Random thought: Writing job applications is the pits!!!!
I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Not-so-random question: stars in Fresno?

P-D, remember that Fresno memory of Edgar's is a memory of one of my compatriots--an old person who has memories older than you are.

Random--a little bunny likes to sun in the parking lot across from us after everyone has gone to work and the dogs are safely inside.


Dys sleeping with one arm across his face.

Random idea of mine:
Why're you guys complaining about your amount of sleep and age?
AFAIK the older you get the less sleep you need.

So what's that complaining all about?

Stars in Fresno: 1945.