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I think that cars today are almost the exact equivalent of the great Gothic cathedrals: I mean the supreme creation of an era, conceived with passion by unknown artists, and consumed in image if not in usage by a whole population which appropriates them as a purely magical object. |
Tuesday, August 19, 1997
After the fun of the outdoor movie Saturday night, I spent Sunday and most of Monday at home. I was definitely not feeling well. I dragged myself to work Monday morning and soon realized it was a mistake, but I had to wait till the traffic died down to drive home again. When I pulled up in front of my building, I realized there was steam rising from the front end of the car, although the poor thing wasn't overheating. So I drove straight to the Texaco station where I had just had the water pump replaced last week. Sure enough, though they had replaced some hoses at that time, there were two that they didn't get, and one had sprung a leak, causing the alarming hissing and steaming. They offered to replace these for the cost of parts alone, a very good deal (but no more than I deserve, since I had authorised them to do whatever needed doing last week.)
So I picked up the car this morning and went to work. Things are really gearing down to ship mode, and some articles and stuff that I had been working on in a desultory fashion are now top priority, along with everything else. I conferred with one of the program managers on the team so that we aren't duplicating work.
We had our monthly Cacophony meeting at our regular meeting place, the Beyond the Edge Cafe. A new guy (he's been to one event before) showed up, trying to enlist helpers for an idea that's been obsessing him. I think he found a kindred spirit in Nick, since the event sounds similar in spirit to some of the things Nick has done in the past. Some of the folks we had hoped would be at Trollsylvanian Heritage Day won't be able to be there, which is disappointing.
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