The drone of a faintly-heard preseason football radio broadcast coming from my Raiders-obsessed neighbor's house, mingling with a huge airplane flying overhead.

The two sounds converge in disparate areas of the sound-field, interspersed with percussive dogbarks.

Almost as good as AMM. And there's a gig every night.

Earlier today, while manning the Ready Reference desk at the public library where I work, a woman called and wanted me to look up a synopsis of yesterday's episode of As The World Turns. Apparently it was not aired in its entirety due to New Orleans crisis updates. She was none to happy about this. I read to her from the Thursday episode here:

http://www.cbs.com/daytime/atwt/updates/daily/

I did my best. Tried to read it with passion and sincerity. But I lost it and started cracking up when I got to the part about the Mexican hospital and the illegal organ transplants.

Angus Jung wrote:The drone of a faintly-heard preseason football radio broadcast coming from my Raiders-obsessed neighbor's house, mingling with a huge airplane flying overhead.

The two sounds converge in disparate areas of the sound-field, interspersed with percussive dogbarks.

Almost as good as AMM. And there's a gig every night.

I sense a one-sided lathe-cut 8" recording of this in a edition of 12 in the near future.

A large, sweaty truck driver, in a rush to begin his weekend nearly removed my right index finger w/ a pallet jack a few minutes ago. I informed his dispatcher that he was no longer welcome at my loading dock.

While sitting around a backyard fire with some friends late last night someone used the verb "utilize" instead of "use." My friend Dan, who is an academic (political science), mentioned that this word 'utilize' is only correct in a situation where something is used in a manner it wasn't intended for.

After a brief silence, another guy (very drunk) yelled across the fire, "Kind of like what you do with conversation!"

Also last night, ony my way to the above party, I stopped at a little Lebanese diner for falafel. 3 intensely greasy guys in line in front of me were having a rapid-fire conversation in Lebanese and I remembered that Lebanese is one of the most beautiful sounding languages.

Upon leaving the diner with pita in hand, a visibily distressed girl asked me for change to make a phone call. While eating my pita beside my truck, she returned from the phone booth to ask if I was heading to the southside of town. I told here that I'd just come from the southside, but that she seemed in a tough spot and I'd giver her a ride back that way. The traffic was insane because there was massive fireworks show in the river valley to celebrate Alberta's centennial anniversary. So while we were inching across this massive steel bridge (the High Level Bridge -- one of my favourite structures in Edmonton) that spans the river valley fireworks were exploding over the river, and she was crying quietly explaining how she was new in town and from a small town in BC and had been kicked out of her mother's house, fucked over by a boyfriend, etc, etc.

Anyway, I dropped her off at the somewhat sketchy motel she directed me to (leaving her with my contact info just in case, etc) and headed back toward the river all the way remembering what it's like to be young and afraid and maybe in a big unfamiliar town, etc; and I realized for the umpteenth time in my life how much I love being an independent adult and how rough and scary it can be to be young.

Hopefully things work out for "Carey."

That's my ramble -- the movie I rented tonight is unwatchable (_Sin City_).

waking up at 8:15 this morning... re-teaching myself how to play piano/knocking the rust off after a 6 year hiatus... taking more pleasure in hanon & scales than i ever did in the past... it's nice.

Yesterday I get to work and I'm doing my early morning work shit. This really old grizzly mexican dude who also works there, and looks llike the last motherfucker into any kind of music, who I've never said a word to asks me about my bloodshot records shirt....he says 'I love the Waco Brothers, they are a great band' and goes on and on for five minutes about their latest album being awesome and all these shows he's seen them play.

Earlier while I was out on a walk, some crazy looking dude with tattoos on his head stopped me and asked me if I had seen a black and white dog running around the neighborhood. I told him that I had not. He then asked me if I knew where to get drugs. I told him that I did not.

Last night I went for a few drinks after work. On the way home I was quite taken with a girl sitting opposite me on the tube. It may have had something to do with the drinks, but I kind of thought was some eye contact flirting thing going on. I was particularly impressed with her hair, which was styled in this odd sort of afro that narrowed at the bottom (!). I can't really explain how it looked. But it was very cool and occupied my thoughts for most of the journey
Anyway, after 6 stops the girl stood up, flashed me a huge smile and said "I can tell you really love my helmet hair", smiled again and got off the train.
Although I'll probably never see her again, I've been thinking about her all day, and am ever so slightly in love.

This morning, I dropped a box of 17 12"x12" ceramic tiles on my uncovered big toe. Luckily it seems to still be working.

I suspect the rest of the day is going to be a wash.

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Apologies Mr Priest.

As you were.