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There is much to support the view that it is clothes that wear us, and not we, them; we may make them take the mould of arm or breast, but they mould our hearts, our brains, our tongues to their liking. |
Monday, June 22, 1998
One year ago: Summer to Your Heart
It's late as I'm starting to write this. I spent the evening talking on the phone, reading journals (I'm behind on critiques for diary-crit-l) and washing the clothes I bought at the fair on Saturday. I love the colors and the batik patterns, and the rayon fabrics drape beautifully. But each dress or skirt bleeds enough dye that I want to wash it before wearing. They can go in the washing machine later on, but for this first time I'm doing them by hand in the bathroom sink. Then they drip colors into the bathtub. The ruby-red dress is the most startling.
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I noticed my left rear tire was low again this morning, so I stopped and put air in it on the way to work. A quarter at the self-serve gas station, for air! Just like the people who hate to buy bottled water, I hate to spend money for air.
I listened to my new all-Cab-calloway CD today, several times through. I really like his stuff; great style and energy, and l love what he does with lyrics! A powerful, clear voice, too.
I finished taking a Word doc from last year that describes what IE4 did to implement a certain requirement for accessibility, converting it to html, sectioning it into more reasonable file sizes, and massaging it so that it looks like our other specs. Sometimes converting from Word to HTML works very cleanly, and other times it doesn't and a fair amount of work must be done manually. This was one of the second type of doc.
I was very pleased to read that Blunt "Bluejack" Jackson and my former boyfriend Jason are gaming together! They met and talked about this at Vanguard a few weeks ago. My "connection" theme is continuing.
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Because of my leaky tire, I drove over to the tire store at Fred Meyer. But there were so many customers that I didn't pursure getting it repaired or replaced, but went into Fred Meyer for another orgy of consumerism. I liked the red top (seen in Saturday's entry) that I wore for my Santa costume, so I bought about ten more, in different colors. They will go nicely with my new short skirts, for warm-weather dancing.
I also bought some little bike-type shorts and a sports bra, which I am wearing right now. Sounds like a letter to Penthouse Forum! "As I sit here in my tight black shorts and low-cut racer-back black bra..." But I don't think I'll be wearing this outfit in public right away; although I am body-positive, I don't know if the public is ready for my bare midriff. The sports bra does give rather a mono-bazoom effect, too.
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Tell the truth: who else reworks email sent earlier into a journal entry? Mr. Heinovision's entry here is an altered version of a letter he sent me after we missed each other at the Fremont Fair, and portions of this entry were written for a message I sent to someone myself. Not inappropriate, since the level I strive for in this journal is that of a letter to a friend.
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