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I used to have long hair. The last time I got it cut off, the hairdresser pull it back into a ponytail with a tight rubber band, and snipped it off as a memento.The day before yesterday, there was hair all over the floor. The rubber band that was holding the locks in a well-formed tail had snapped under it's own isometric power, at a spot where ther must have been a nick, a fault in the strength of the band. It spilled all over the shelf, down the wall, and to the floor.I tried for several hours to assemble the tail again, with no success. The remains of the long, silky memento of my youth finally ended up in the garbage. A small broom and the vacuum cleaner removed the rest of it from the floor and the kitchen counter where I failed to repair it. Some overlooked hair which had fallen onto the range burned and stank when I cooked lunch.
 Daily Condition:on the radio: National Public Radio program commemorating the 25th anniversary of the end of the war in Vietnam. my condition: worn out, but happy that I go a lot of housecleaning done.
Daily Condition:audio environment: no music - just background noise; the computer's fan, the ever-present quiet mechanical sound of unknown origin, cars passing on the street outside, Destiny shifting in bed. my condition: pleased to have finished a good book: The Demolished Man by Alfred Bester.
There's a gnawing disgust in my gut.In images, references, and stories, if there's a single parent and a daughter, that parent is always the mother.If an adult male is seen with a little girl, there's a certain negativity to it; he is seen as distant, or unrelated, or disconnected. Or, it's used in a "fish out of water" sense, as the years of Full House and My Two Dads reruns have shown us.The idea of the single father with a daughter is not a common image in our society, and I'm not sure if that makes it more difficult for me, or more special in it's uniqueness. I can understand why minorities become so emotional over the lack of representation in the media; as a minority by lifestyle, I lack of positive representation of single fatherhood to justify me to society at large.
Nothing builds my self-confidence more than catching a lovely woman dropping hints that she likes me.
Daily Condition:in CD player: nine inch nails the fragile my condition: got a good night sleep, tomorrow is a holiday, my pictures are ready at WalMart, and I get to leave work early to go to the dentist. Not a bad day so far!
When you blow bubbles from a 3rd story balcony, they don't just fall to the ground or stick to a wall and pop, leaving a oily film on everything. They tumble over the railing and whip around in the wind, eventually being dragged around the corner of the building or up over the roof.
Daily Condition:on the radio: The Thistle and the Shamrock on NPR my condition: melting over the women with Irish accents on the radio
Daily Condition:On the radio: MPR's The Morning Show My condition: sick of cold weather -- freezing sleet stinks.
Three tiny sparrows were keeping out of the snow by hanging out on my balcony. They were picking on each other, pushing, flapping their wings at one another, and so forth.I wasn't interested in rough-housing on my balcony, so I went over to the patio door and knocked on it, saying loudly, "HEY!"The birds stopped, turned and looked at me defiantly for a few seconds, and went back to their carousing.Tough birds in my neighborhood.
"Who's that singing on the baydio?""Nobody is singing; it's just music. I think that's a clarinet."[long pause]"No, I think it's fairies singing."
"No, don't say 'I think so'. I hate when people just say 'I think so.' Either you know or you don't and you'll find out."*laughter* "OK, I'll try.""Derek, my computer gives me this error...can you fix it for me?""I think so."
Daily Condition:in CD player: Lost Highway soundtrack my condition: tired. I've had trouble sleeping the past few nights, with no obvious reason why.
Like most days, I stepped into the elevator. Like most days, I noticed a single noseprint disrupting the smooth surface of the mirrored elevator wall.
Daily Condition:On radio: Fresh Air on NPR my condition: disappointed that my scanner sucks so much.
Daily Condition:in CD player: Aphex Twin I care only because you do (or something like that) my condition: tired, cranky, want to go home.
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