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contours provocations
journal - 2002-0127 - sun 1900 Bodyguards; Weekend Stuff; LDS Prozac; Feline Ascot I just finished watching a scary show on Trio called "Culture Shock" about the training of bodyguards. Jesus! I don't think this is an occupation I'll be pursuing anytime soon. Grueling, demanding, terrifying. One of the odd things I came across recently was an article on security for Tiger Woods. Apparently, it is very elaborate involving multiple guards on all tours. Of course, with so many strange events in the world, it's not difficult to understand. Oh! Did I forget to mention that a couple of the bodyguards were delicious. An uneventful, low-key, unexceptional weekend. I felt on edge most of the time. As though I was never sure what I should be doing. And I can't say that anything that I did jumps out at me. Possibly the most noteworthy was an attempt to hold down my spending. I managed to go the whole weekend without buying anything non-essential. Although I did buy a copy of "The New York Times" this morning, but there is always so much in it that it's worth every penny. I did the standard stuff yesterday: had the oil changed in the car, ate lunch at the Japanese place, picked up mail at the PO, filled up the car with petrol, did the laundry. As I was putting gas in the car, I did talk briefly with a man about his 1959 Chevy truck. It was a wonderful light metallic green color. And I noticed the front grill contained a surprising amount of chrome. I also associate chrome with those hugh Chrysler cars of the 50s but not with trucks. When I went to get the "Times" this morning, I espied two of those kissing bears by Hallmark. The ones with magnets in the lips. BUT these were giant-sized. At least three feet tall. (And, alas, intended to be of opposite genders.) The clerk said they were prizes in a contest. I considered going to see "Lord of the Rings" this afternoon. But I knew it would take four hours or so. And I was concerned about some web work. And as I suspected, it took longer than I thought. So I'm glad I didn't go, otherwise when I got back I would have been really pressed. Actually, I wanted to see "Gosford Park." I've read a number of glowing reviews. "The New Yorker" said, "For all its bitchy veneer and murder-mystery structure, 'Gosford Park' offers as full a view of a complex social milieu as we are likely to get in the movies." But it's not here! For some unknown reason, it is not showing at any of the local cinemaplexes. Also from "The New Yorker" but on a different topic. The article was on the Church of Jesus Christ of Latterday Saints. "Perhaps because of the Mormons' lower consumption of alchohol and tobacco, their life spans are as much as eleven years longer than the American average. On the other hand, Utah reportedly leads the nation in the use of antidepressants; Prozac prescriptions, for instance, are about sixty per cent above the national average." When I woke up this morning, all five of the cats were at the foot of the bed in a wash of muted colors. One is all black; one, black with some white; one, black with more white; one, white with large splotches of black; and the last, white and gray. Wheneve I see them like that I think of the "black and white" scene at Ascot in "My Fair Lady." PAX!
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