dream!
the flip side of reality
sunday, july 8, 2007
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saturday, july 7, 2007
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friday, july 6, 2007
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thursday, july 5, 2007
SAVE THE MANATEES (with a press war)
is the heading of a flyer I look at, sitting on a table at a budy desert roadside pit stop, just before waking up. I had arrived there with to coworkers with whom I had never spoken before. An eagle inscription on the wall, out back near the restrooms, says something like "be kind to America".
wednesday, july 4, 2007
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tuesday, july 3, 2007
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monday, july 2, 2007
the bicycle thief
I work briefly at a bicycle shop in a mall and one day some really temping new yellow (or blue?) touring bikes appear on the floor. So very tempting, and I want them. So I craft a plan to come in the middle of the night and take them. I arrive on my own bicycle (with some panniers and a backpack) and take my bike out to my car. but there are some delays and by the time I get back to the shop to retrieve my bike and bags, it is morning and the first employee arrives to open the shop. He reminds me of Jeff's friend Jay.
Jay thinks everything is mine, including the new bikes, and offers to help me load them into the car. At this point, the story splits in two: In one scenario, Reuben (or is it Rikker or John Choi?) gets blamed for the theft as soon as the owner arrives and instantly notices the bikes are gone (I somehow thought they would go unnoticed for weeks--how did I think I'd get away with this?), and he runs away into the forest and eventually flees the country. It's awful--I don't have the courage to fess up and he doesn't have the gall to expose me. It's an awfully weak and pathetic position for me to take, and I go back to work as if I were totally innocent.
Bad idea. Eventually people find out, and as I am working with Bethany and another, folding big awkward pieces of sheet metal by hand (they are like wind deflectors), everyone hates me, and I hate myself. I'm working naked, which isn't too unusual at this place, but at one point I find my brown pants and pull them on. Eventually I am shunned from the place and I leave of my own accord, maybe before the owner or the cops show up.