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We read advertisements... to discover and enlarge our desires. We are always ready -- even eager -- to discover, from the announcement of a new product, what we have all along wanted without really knowing it. |
Sunday, June 28, 1998
I woke up early this morning (8:30 on a Sunday, after going to bed at 3:30 AM, is early!) to participate in the throes of putting together the first issue of Metajournals. After some struggle, we were all able to connect and hash through some procedural things. My content has been submitted, so there wasn't anything particular for me to do other than be on call. So I used the time to work on journal entries.
I walked to the store for some provsions: chicken soft taco from Taco Time (not Taco Bell! there is a big difference!), then through the grocery store for food. I must have been extra susceptible to marketing messages today; I picked up some "cheesecake-flavored" cream cheese, and noticed that on the label, in a little red star, were the words "Great on graham crackers." "Oh, yeah!" I said to myself, and went directly to the cookie and cracker aisle and picked some up.
My sister M---- came over and we chatted for a few minutes, before we went out to try and get my car started. Luckily my car was parked right next to the corner, so it was easy for her to pull up head to head with my car. But when we attached the cables and I turned the key, the engine didn't turn over. Instead, there was a clicking sound. "Tap tap tap tap..." Rats! I'll have to drop off the key at my local Texaco station tomorrow. This could be a problem if I can't get it resolved by Monday evening; I'm committed to teach a dance workshop on Tuesday, and I need to be able to pick up the sound system and stuff.
And how was I going to get to Luke's bowling birthday tonight?
My sister took off, and I went inside and looked up bus routes on the web. Sunday is the worst day to be riding the bus, but I knew there must be a route that went from downtown to Greenwood, which was where I needed to go. The odds seemed good that I could get a ride home from somebody. I don't know why it seems ok to beg a ride home, but I'm reluctant to call around to get somebody to give me a ride to such events. Maybe my telephone reluctance coming to the foreground. I'd rather ask them face to face!
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I bused it downtown, then north via Phinney Ridge and Greenwood to our old haunt, Leilani Lanes. I was in a bowling group for several years there, and always had a good time. They've even extended the Polynesian theme more since I was there last, and replaced an old fountain in the lobby with a new one, constructed entirely of bowling balls!
We had a fun party, in celebration of Luke's 41st birthday. Lots of fannish friends and friends from the Fremont Arts Council, and a special guest appearance by Wally Glenn, who spans Cacophony and the Artists' Republic of Fremont. He did an art attack on Luke, spraying him with silly string when greeting him. Man, that stuff has a very peculiar aroma!
I was happy with how I bowled, though I didn't get one of the cool trophies that Luke had decorated. Maybe this evening will revive fannish bowling in Seattle! Tom "the Law" Lawrence gave me a ride home.
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