Stand Under

The handfuls of M&Ms I put on the desk fall naturally into patterns, regular ones. I find other patterns elsewhere. Mondays are for going to Powell's and other places out in the city. Alternating Tuesdays bring fresh uproars in the Reed Bubble provoked by the pages of the Quest. This time, the problem is not Reedies' white guilt showing, but a tendency to pervert freedom of speech to mean that it is free only as long as certain things are not said. Does no one recognize that there are things that matter and things that don't?

The world is largely bullshit. I've had just about enough. Of everything.

Can't write a narrative right now. Nor can I explain things. It's all jumbled. Can't sort them out for myself.

Monday

Monday was a good day, and I should write about it before I forget good things.

I spent it with three people I barely knew to varying degrees. Jess I’d never met; Jay I’d seen around campus. The main point, though, was to meet Dan, to whom I was introduced to online through Alexis and Sunil, but mostly Alexis.

The three of them picked me up from my house. Since I didn’t know any of them very well, I was in shy mode all day.

First we went to the kite store where Jess works and met her boss, who had some confusion in working out how we all knew each other. Then lunch at a pizza and sandwich place near there, and then a trip to Powell’s. I didn’t buy anything there, being currently occupied with The Silmarillion and The Great Hunt (and other various things such as mildly old magazines I haven’t gotten around to reading yet). After that, we went to Jess’s apartment and watched some MST3K shorts and The Prometheus and Bob Tapes.

Quite nice for a rainy Portland afternoon. And my powers of description right now are crap.