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So far, so…

August 31, 2004 Leave a comment

Every single entrance to the 86th St. subway station was manned by a pair of police officers this morning. This was more alarming than reasuring, but then I am easily frightened.

One of them was about my height. Since this is just under 4’11”, I’m not sure if I was overwhelmed with confidence, but no doubt she’s a tougher man than I. I wonder (idly) if Neal ever passed whatever test it was he was studying for (to be a detective, maybe?), and if all 6’3″ of him is out there guarding something, even as I type. I remember the showerhead in his bath was fixed in an unusual position, sort of centered over the long side of the tub. A sort of alternate dimension, Queens.

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Talk me down, will you?

August 30, 2004 Leave a comment

I am bored and I feel fat and I want to run. Maybe not kick. Kicking, in which you have to fully extend your limbs, preferably in an explosive manner with some whipping action, seems a bit frightening still. Running, at 6 miles per hour or less, on a nice, cushy, utterly predictable treadmill seems much safer in comparison.

But my knee is almost not sore and almost not swollen and I have only one more day of Celebrex pills left to take.

I ran for 15 whole minutes on Saturday, with almost no ill effect.

OK, OK. One more day

To my parents: If I promised you that I wouldn’t take the subway while the Republican National Convention was in town, I’m sorry that I broke my promise. I don’t remember if I promised that or not. I know you wanted me to, but on Monday mornings, I really don’t have the time to wait for slow, slow buses in the open air.

Also, I dislike buses, daylight, dawdling, traffic lights when they are red. I like the subways because they are fast and I feel like I’m underwater.

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28 Days Later…

August 29, 2004 Leave a comment

Funny, but on the Coupland thing… Since I have previously read Life After God and Girlfriend in a Coma like a good fangirl, I’m used to his visions of and metaphors for nuclear cataclysm. I’m 27, and I grew up really without fear of radiation and burning. Instead, I fear plague. I fear Stephen King’s The Stand, Ebola Zaire, avian flu, pandemics, SARS, crashing and bleeding out, that story with the throat spray and the planes and the mad scientist feeding the birds.

And how casually Coupland writes, “Honey, everybody has AIDS.”

Great! I guess we’re officially post-Prozac, then. Maybe I’ll take up drinking.

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August 29, 2004 Leave a comment

I can now step down from a sidewalk curb without an involuntary scream of pain. And my knee, though slightly swollen, is no longer cutting off the circulation to the rest of my leg. Yay! I feel incredibly fat now, but the scale at the gym says I’m only 111 lbs. Must be losing muscle mass.

Saw my personal trainer act in a Roman comedy (The Eunich, oddly enough performed at the same theater in which Rho and I saw “Puppetry of the Penis,” but I digress). I have to say, maybe I would have enjoyed it more had it not been a Roman comedy. It was kind of funny seeing all these people with New York accents (watch, they’re probably all from California or NJ), wearing Birkenstocks and togas and waving around plastic swords. Wow, are my trainer’s legs white! He is, of course, very built, but his legs are blindingly, shockingly pale. Very un-Roman, I would think, the UV-phobia of the year 2004. Not that he wasn’t good. He was good. You can tell that everyone was working really hard.

Finished reading Polaroids from the Dead. Finished reading The Dark Tower: Song of Susannah. They were both OK. Douglas Coupland comes across as lonely. Is he married yet, to a man or a woman? Anti-marriage like everyone else I know? I have to say, if Bill Gates found a wife, Douglas Coupland should have by now at least found somebody.

Quin called early this afternoon, and we commiserated about injuries. Watched an Olympic boxing match (there’s a Phantom weight division? Did I hear that right?). Cuba won; no one’s ear got bitten off. Followed with an episode of Powerpuff Girls (what the hell is my problem?), and then I read an article in the NY Times about crystal meth abuse in the gay community.

There’s a huge protest march going on downtown (thanks, GOP), and now I’m going to look for AA batteries for my radio, in case lower Manhattan blows up and I need it for the friggin’ “Go Bag.”

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As the hills

August 26, 2004 Leave a comment

Ha! The clinic has given me arthritis medication for my knee. From this I must deduce that I am very old, as well as fat.

Oh, and the doctor who saw me (he was very nice) was named Dr. Fallus. This is kind of funny.

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But think of the children

August 25, 2004 Leave a comment

Funny, but when Marianne said, “Are all your male coworkers really excited about the new Catwoman movie?” and I said no, she was surprised, because all her coworkers were hot to see it. But truthfully, the trailers looked HORRIBLE, and none of the guys here would pay to see the movie. Just goes to show that the guys in the porn shop have much better standards of taste than most 3rd grade schoolteachers.

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Ow ow ow

August 25, 2004 Leave a comment

Wow, my knee is really swollen! Doesn’t hurt much, but won’t really bend or straighten out. Stairs are problematic. I wonder if it would be okay to go running if I take care not to extend my stride too much.

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