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July Pieces Of My Mind #2
I wonder how many head shops worldwide are called The Joint Venture.
When friends of my kids cycle to our house, they always leave with their saddles yanked up a good bit. Because apparently other parents don’t notice when the kids grow too tall for their bike saddle setting.
Finally figured out how the fuck I can accordion sheets while sleeping. I sweat a lot. The sheet gets glued to me. When I turn over, I’m like a big roller moving the sheet to one side and bunching it up next to me. After rolling over I often end up on top of the damp warm wad of layered fabric, steam ironing it with my weight.
My first album will be titled “Sensual Harassment”.
Taught daughter, wife and mother to use calipers with the Vernier scale to get three decimals on centimeter measurements of external width, internal width and depth.
Wonder if people still come up to Howard Jones and express a wish to get to know him well.
Crap along if you feel like happiness is the truth.
My little babies just turned 16 and 11. Jr is almost as tall as me and Jrette is almost as tall as her mom. Both are graced with so many rich endowments!
Revolutionary youth have spraypainted the rocks at my favourite secluded swimming spot. I understand what “I love Hitler” means, but I can’t quite grasp the totality of their ideology when they also paint a large penis and write the words “poo” and “boob”.
I ask the council to send a graffiti removal crew to the east underpass at my development. They’re very good about such things. But I’ve forgotten that there are two east underpasses and I don’t specify which one. The lady replies with a pedagogical map and asks “When you say ‘east underpass’, do you mean the north-east one or the west one?”. She pays no attention to the south-east one.
Anthroposophy offers Steiner schools, which is German for stoner schools.
My buddy came with his parents from a war-torn country when he was a toddler. As a grownup he’s identified greatly with that country’s ethnic majority and its glorious culture & history. Now he’s suddenly received information that his parents belong to two of the old country’s oppressed ethnic minorities, and their family name suggests that somewhere back up the male line his ancestors belonged to a third of these groups.
My dad’s refurbishing the old Optimist skiff for Jrette. Epoxying some cracks and painting the hull, I was reminded of the time when my dad varnished the floor of the summer house and got completely blasted from the fumes.
Seems like blood-and-soil, the idea that a certain region belongs to people of a certain race or ethnicity, brings out the worst in us and is a poor basis for a country’s constitution.
I was feeling dozy and otherworldly, so I took a nap. Now I feel bedraggled and otherworldly.