12 September << 2001 >> 27 September
Oatmeal, or eggs on toast? Life is full of vexing puzzles.
But things are picking up. Friday I had a phone interview with a famous Seattle-based dot-com. Monday I biked to an interview in Palo Alto, then biked home for a phone interview with your favorite search engine. Today, the search engine called back, to line up interviews next week. This was after I dropped by the happy body shop to arrange for them to retrieve my car and repair it, to the tune of about three or four thousand dollars. I'll be conjuring up a $500 deductible. Good thing I'm out of my apartment 26 October, because I'm nearly out of money.
This evening, a friend is treating me to a beer, then I've offered to share a movie I received from Netflix today.
I'm hungry. I need to eat something, then hop on my trusty bicycle, take out half of my normal weekly allowance, and go buy some more food. I'm thinking fruit. I really liked the bland heartiness of Dave McConeghey's sliced up chunks o' fruit in plain oatmeal, which he treated me to back in Brooklyn.
I raised a stink with Duracell about a commercial I saw recently where this old guy in a crop duster suddenly loses control of his airplane, and suffers several seconds of terror in the midst of barrel rolls and the like, because some kid has chucked some copper tops in his remote control airplane controller. AUGH! How could they have let that through? I heard back from them that they pulled that spot from the networks, but that local stations tend to tape their commercials up two weeks in advance, thank you for bringing this to our attention. Some of my friends argued that I was being uptight. I'm a very laid back guy who has nothing to do with NYC aside from being unemployed and hearing NPR's unrelenting coverage of same. That commercial jumped out and me and left me saying ... "what!?"
YMMV.
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