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contours provocations
journal - 2001-0408 - sun 1700 Spring?; Tanks; Dinner; Ads What happened to spring? Two weeks ago, it was chilly and overcast everyday. But no more. At the beginning of the week, the high hit 85, and the trend has continued since. The only part that feels vaguely springy is early morning. But by 9, it's already hot! Warm weather has brought out the mad mowers and their loud machines. The biggest problem is that as they cut the new grass, they are also stirring up six months worth of accumulated debris. Which spews upward and outward and fills the air with massive amounts of pollen. Which I wind up breathing into my skewed little respiratory system. A friend and I went to the new Japanese restaurant last night. There was a review in Thursday's paper, so the place has suddenly become popular. Monday when I went for lunch, there were at most ten customers. Friday, there was only one place left - at the sushi bar. Last night, I was told there would be a 30-minute wait. Since this gave us some free time, I thought it would a good time to drive to the nearby PetsMart and stock up on cat food. I headed for the cat food at the back, and my friend zipped over to oggle the fish. When I joined him, I realized I'd never paid much attention to the area. What struck me was the shape of the tanks. The fronts of the tanks in the top and bottom rows were angled outward, so that if you looked at the tank from the side, instead of a rectangle, there was a trapzoid. In the top row, the front surface slanted upward and outward, so that the top of the tank extended several inches out in relationship to the bottom of the tank. For those on the bottom row, the reverse was true: the bottom of the tank extended several inches out in relatioship to the top of the tank. This creates a great view of the fish in the tanks. I'm babbling away about this because it hit me as such a clever idea. And I wondered how many people had noticed it. My friend didn't realize it until I mentioned it. Once back at the restaurant, there was still a 30-minute wait. So we sat, and I listened to his story about his new boyfriend. He mentioned any number of items there were bothering him. And I kept thinking, "sounds just like a cat." After, 10 minutes or so, he suddenly said, "I'm like a cat ..." Only goes to show that I know this boy all too well. Last entry, I mentioned about looking at some on line personals and being disappointed at how unromantic most were. Disappointed but not surprised. Thursday, I decided to have another go at posting one. The last time I did this, the ad never appeared, and I had to redo it two or three times before it was listed. I was expecting a message from the provider indicating the ad was ready. So I was surprised Friday to get a reply since I'd not actually realized it was up. Alas, the reply and follow up message were not very enticing. I then re-read the ad and decided it was not what I wanted to say. I want a soul mate far more than a sex partner. I want to know someone first. And I want someone with whom to share existence. The winter issue of "Joey" had a funny column about the true meaning of terms that appear in net probiles. Baseball player build - Fat PAX!
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