I always walk into clothing stores with my headphones on but my music down. I keep the volume low so that I can make sure I’m not in someone’s way. I keep my headphones on so that I can ignore anything that the salespeople say to me. People working on commission can be very annoying.
Yearly Archives: 2004
Dinner With Sonas
I had the chance to hang out with Sonas on Wednesday night. He brought over some wine and cigars just as a chance to relax. He graduated last month and is looking for a job before he looks for a law school. The thing is, he’s not tied down by anything at all. His girlfriend is in Seattle, finished her studies and working as a pharmacist, but he has no plans on moving there. He’s perfectly fine with moving back home, out west, or even overseas to find a job. I have to admire that kind of freedom, especially since he’s in a relationship. There’s a trust there that really goes beyond most of the other relationships that I know. We ended up ordering in and hanging out on the balcony. I can’t relate to him very well because I don’t know much about him, but I can definitely say that he’s an easy person for me to talk to, which is a rarity in itself.
Yesterday I had the chance to hang out with Pat, and just kick back with some Soul Calibur II. We were pretty evenly matched, although I had the upper hand because I actually own the game and have a steady character. We’d really learn each others moves, so it ended up being a game of reflexes and feints, instead of button mashing like it is against most people. He’s the only person I know who used to be a hardcore gamer the way I used to be, so it was great to be able to talk about fighter styles and relate on that level.
The Zarathustra Sessions, Part 1: Anthropomorphizing The Image Of The Self
I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.
—Of Reading And Writing, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
I don’t currently believe in a god, but if I did, I would imagine that he, being a god, would understand all the things that I hold as important. I couldn’t imagine a god without a great sense of humour, a good sense of musical taste, or a nice bowel movement or a regular basis.
And how megalomaniacal is that?
Slave To The Weather
Starting around this time of year, and for about three months, I dress based on the temperature outside instead of my mood. It’s stifling to be unable to express myself in that way. I hate being a slave to the weather.


