January 24th, 2003. Friday
Last night I was able to take my first shower since Tuesday morning. I can't remember the last time I went that long without bathing. It was only two and a half days, but being the civilize, hygenic young chap that I am, that's quite a stretch. Particularly when the temperature outside doesn't break single digits with the wind chill and you count on showers to warm you up. So I was eagerly anticipating the return of Miss Charming Melodee last night.
Before that, I had lots of time to kill during the day. The only obligation I had was a 5:30 guitar lesson. I'd actually spent a few minutes practicing before my lesson yesterday, and you'd be amazed how practicing for ten minutes helps. Imagine what I could do if i did that every day. Anyway, i rode into the city, and went all over the place looking for a firewire cable to hookup my camcorder to my computer. By the way "Firewire" sounds a whole lot cooler than IEEE ilink or whatever Sony likes to call this interface. Doesn't "ilink" sound like an Apple name anyway? But I digress. I was amazed at how much a little six foot cable cost. How is it possible that this 1.8 meter cable cost 40 dollars? Both Best Buy and Circuit City charged that much. I was surprised to find it for cheaper, and more asthetically pleasing no less, at the Apple Store in Soho, for 3/4 the price. I guess the price difference had to do with Apple's being proprietary and the other stores selling third party products. Anyway, there I wish I'd been at the Apple Store earlier in the afternoon, because they have lectures every day at 3 in the auditorium space. Yesterday's was on Macromedia Flash, of which I know almost nothing. The front page of my journal is about the only thing I've ever done using Flash. Alas, the only thing going on while I was in the store yesterday was a tutorial on OS X. Bollicks.
Walking through the city, my head actually heart from the cold. It was like having a brain freeze from ice cream, but on the outside as well as the inside of your head. I hadn't felt cold like that since I don't know when. So i hurried home, played with the camera a bit, and waited for MCM to get the hell back to Brooklyn. When she did, she brought Thai food with her. I'd ordered it, so it was no surprise, but it made her arrival even more auspicious. Hot food and a hot shower. After that, my mood improved dramtically. You know what I really like? That sticky white rice from thai restaurants. I'd never had it before, if you can believe that. Me, a good, upstanding asian man. There are few things I enjoy in this world more than rice and some sort of sauce or gravy.
Anyway, I'm getting on a bus in about three hours. And of course I haven't packed. "Packing" these days, when going home, entails throwing all my dirty laundry in a bag, and finding one pair of clean underwear. So hopefully it shouldn't take too long.
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