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Stumpage Reports
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Tuesday, February 18, 2003 :::
Back Out in Public: or, God What An Ugly Race
I was laid low by migraine headaches all weekend and iced in on Monday. Except for a trip to the library Saturday afternoon, today was my first venture out among other people for several days. I felt like a mole blinking in the sunlight as I walked to the bus stop.
Perhaps because I haven't been around people much for a few days, or because I knew I'd be desperate for blog material, I seemed to notice a lot of oddballs today and reveled in their eccentric behavior.
When I checked my email at a public terminal at the school library, I noticed I was between Cletus the Slack Jawed Yokel and a guy with a Lonnie Guinier hairdo. (No picture of her available, this will have to suffice.)
When I got to work the two Indian guys who do a lot of the computer stuff were chattering away in their native tongue. The fire alarms were being tested and strobes kept flashing and buzzers buzzing. I sat there in my own little world and happily arranged "NC Forestry Foundation: General Administration, Correspondence: Board of Directors, 1967." I'm not sure what the Board of Directors was up to during the summer of love, but Jones and Onslow counties NC, were about as far as you could get from Haight-Ashbury.
On the bus ride home, Happy Red-Haired Bus Driver Lady, was training a new bus driver. I got to pick up such useful nuggets as how not to lose the right-hand bus mirror to telephone poles and signposts. I also learned that TTA bus drivers often wave, but CAT bus drivers do not. In her words, "That is strange because we are all in the same business of hauling passengers from point A to point B."
When I was driving to class tonight I saw a well-dressed, neanderthal-browed man walk out of Starbucks. I immediately knew he had three names and was a serial killer.
Automation class was kind of boring tonight, both in content and attendees. Thursday night Archival Preservation class is much more interesting, both for blog nicknames and the attendees are much easier on the eyes, particularly UVA Debutant Girl and Could Be A Punk Rock Girl. Of course, Antebellum Manure Science Girl is always sorely missed.
Quote of the Day: (Lets get some fucking culture here)
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Their homely joys, and destiny obscure;
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The short and simple annals of the poor.
--- Thomas Gray, Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard, ca. 1742-50
::: posted by tom at 8:36 PM
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