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pantryslutThere is a man across the street. He lives on the third floor of his building. His apartment has a balcony.
On the balcony is a stationary bike. Today at dusk, he was out there, pedaling away on his stationary bike. Around and around and around, riding nowhere. Judging from his outfit -- racing jersey and shorts -- and the duration of his session (at least a half hour), and his physique, I suspect he is in training for something.
Around and around and around. It's really quite hypnotic.
This weekend. Friday night I went out with G. to the book release party for Ian Philips and Greg Wharton. Greg is the force behind Suspect Thoughts Press, a very fine small publisher of, well, twisted evil naughty books. They've each released an anthology of short stories, Ian's second and Greg's first if I recall correctly. Greg and Ian recruited their friends and professional colleagues to read stories from their respective books. I was not one of them. I was on a date with G. and pretending to be a civilian.
On Saturday, G. bought us tickets for the Major League Soccer semifinal down in San Jose. We ended up with front row tickets at the north goal end. G.'s secret identity is that of a mad fan booster. he wields a large drum and leads chants until his voice is hoarse. At least he doesn't paint his face in team colors.
Wow, that was an exciting game. As Steven said, "that's the most exciting 3-0 game I've ever seen." That's because the official score ended up 3-2, with the final goal scored in second overtime. Kansas City's two goals came on plays that, we shall say generously, the majority of onlookers thought were offsides. I will refrain from sharing my opinion of the officiating linesman. Or the officiating referee, for that matter -- what does it take to get a yellow in MLS soccer? Drawing blood?
No matter; the Quakes won. G. may have recruited two fans for next year. At least a couple games, for sure.
Sunday was our housewarming party, which involved making a lot of fish decorations for our windows -- it's a long story. Also a lot of fish-themed snacks, of course. My recapitulation of a childhood favorite, Tuna Ball, was a hit. It's total 50's food -- canned tuna and cream cheese and chili sauce, basically -- but it's so good. Nobody freaked out at the dried mini crabs, which actually tasted pretty good (crunchy!). Between G. and another friend, we had plenty of drinks; I just need to remember to plan for more sweet snacks the next time I throw an event.
At the peak, we had at least fifteen people in the apartment, and it didn't feel too crowded, so I think I will be hosting more gatherings over the course of the year.
I don't know how cleanup managed to go so smoothly. There are still dishes to be washed, but everything else is more or less returned to normal. Except better -- I really love my new windows, covered with fish art made by my friends. I have good friends.
Today was not so productive. Mostly, I tried and failed to buy shoes. Will try again tomorrow. Well, I did get tickets back home for Christmas. That's one accomplishment. And there's still plenty of time in the evening left to write and do some paying work. And job hunt. And finish up my grad school paperwork.
On the balcony is a stationary bike. Today at dusk, he was out there, pedaling away on his stationary bike. Around and around and around, riding nowhere. Judging from his outfit -- racing jersey and shorts -- and the duration of his session (at least a half hour), and his physique, I suspect he is in training for something.
Around and around and around. It's really quite hypnotic.
This weekend. Friday night I went out with G. to the book release party for Ian Philips and Greg Wharton. Greg is the force behind Suspect Thoughts Press, a very fine small publisher of, well, twisted evil naughty books. They've each released an anthology of short stories, Ian's second and Greg's first if I recall correctly. Greg and Ian recruited their friends and professional colleagues to read stories from their respective books. I was not one of them. I was on a date with G. and pretending to be a civilian.
On Saturday, G. bought us tickets for the Major League Soccer semifinal down in San Jose. We ended up with front row tickets at the north goal end. G.'s secret identity is that of a mad fan booster. he wields a large drum and leads chants until his voice is hoarse. At least he doesn't paint his face in team colors.
Wow, that was an exciting game. As Steven said, "that's the most exciting 3-0 game I've ever seen." That's because the official score ended up 3-2, with the final goal scored in second overtime. Kansas City's two goals came on plays that, we shall say generously, the majority of onlookers thought were offsides. I will refrain from sharing my opinion of the officiating linesman. Or the officiating referee, for that matter -- what does it take to get a yellow in MLS soccer? Drawing blood?
No matter; the Quakes won. G. may have recruited two fans for next year. At least a couple games, for sure.
Sunday was our housewarming party, which involved making a lot of fish decorations for our windows -- it's a long story. Also a lot of fish-themed snacks, of course. My recapitulation of a childhood favorite, Tuna Ball, was a hit. It's total 50's food -- canned tuna and cream cheese and chili sauce, basically -- but it's so good. Nobody freaked out at the dried mini crabs, which actually tasted pretty good (crunchy!). Between G. and another friend, we had plenty of drinks; I just need to remember to plan for more sweet snacks the next time I throw an event.
At the peak, we had at least fifteen people in the apartment, and it didn't feel too crowded, so I think I will be hosting more gatherings over the course of the year.
I don't know how cleanup managed to go so smoothly. There are still dishes to be washed, but everything else is more or less returned to normal. Except better -- I really love my new windows, covered with fish art made by my friends. I have good friends.
Today was not so productive. Mostly, I tried and failed to buy shoes. Will try again tomorrow. Well, I did get tickets back home for Christmas. That's one accomplishment. And there's still plenty of time in the evening left to write and do some paying work. And job hunt. And finish up my grad school paperwork.
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Date: 2003-11-18 06:49 am (UTC)Out of the closet
I have to admit I have considered it...