Thursday, April 10, 2003 :::
Its Raining and Even the Snails Are Sad
I drove downtown to the archives today, parked my car, walked three blocks in the rain with an umbrella and got soaked.
I was there for 20 minutes, just long enough to dry off, and went back to my car and got soaked again.
When I arrived home I had to go to campus and I waited under a covered bus stop with an umbrella and got soaked.
I got to work and found out I did not get a job I applied for last week. But now I can try for the job of the guy who did get the job.
Back to bus stop, soaked again.
Drive to preservation class, park, walk, wet.
I walk in the room and the table is covered with a plastic tarp and stacked with 90 soaking wet books, papers, records, photos, and CDs that our teacher had purposely trashed for educational purposes. The teacher announced,"Tonight we will put in practice some of the disaster recovery techniques we talked about last week."
That ended up being pretty fun, and I keep cracking everybody up (on purpose).
Quote of the Day: (In keeping with today's cheery and wet entry)
All that most maddens and torments; all that stirs up the lees of things; all truth with malice in it; all that cracks the sinews and cakes the brain; all the subtle demonisms of life and thought; all evil, to crazy Ahab, were visibly personified, and made practically assailable in Moby Dick. He piled upon the whale's white hump the sum of all the general rage and hate felt by his whole race from Adam down; and then, as if his chest had been a mortar, he burst his hot heart's shell upon it.
--- Herman Melville, Moby Dick, 1851.
::: posted by tom at 11:33 PM
