July 3, 2003
Things I think


These are some totally random things I think, and some totally random pictures I took.



The lovely sky, yesterday evening, captured once again from the heights of my infamous parking deck.


Thing 1:
I bet that after this is all over, Gwenyth Paltrow is going to feel nauseous at the very sound of Coldplay music.




The commute home along DeKalb Avenue.


Thing 2:
Right now I have $300 cash in my pocket, and it is making me feel like a little gangster.




The intersection of Krog Street and DeKalb Avenue in Atlanta.


Thing 3:
How could R.E.M. go from so powerful and vital to completely annoying and useless in such a short span of time? What went wrong?




The cockpit of my car, and a good luck orgami crane, fashioned for me by the lovely Shelly Shinjo. Also, baby needs some petrol, bad!


Thing 4:
A small true story which sometimes gives me the giggles whenever I remember it:

When we lived in East Lake, we were some of the only white people in the neighborhood. But there was another young white couple who lived several buildings over. And sometimes — more often than you'd think — kids would come knock on the door, and ask, "Is Ken home?" Ken, of course, was the Other White Guy. And I would always make a big spectacle of it, and say, real obnoxiously, "Oh, you're looking for the OTHER white guy! He lives down that way. Yeah, they do look all the same, don't they?"




Powerlines through the sunroof.


Thing 5:
I wonder if I am getting cancer right now by standing so close to this microwave. I think I can feel myself getting cancer right now.




Myself, somehow once again desperately in need of a good haircut.


Thing 6:
At the annual family lipsynch contest, which is scheduled for Saturday, my song prominently features lyrics about how "the jam" is "pumpin.'" Yes. That is the song I have chosen to perform. We do a lipsynch contest every year over the July 4th weekend. (Well, this is the second year in a row, so I guess it's a tradition.) Last year I won second place. But this year, I will win first place.




This morning's light on the Hurt Building.


Thing 7:
You should see my costume for the lipsynch contest. I don't know how to describe it, except to say that it is a thing to be reckoned with. I will try to get a photo for you, because I guarantee that a picture of me, wearing this costume, will make your day. (Well, here's a hint of the glories that await the lipsynch contest judges. But just a hint.)

See you later, alligator.