April 27th, 2004

laszlo moholy-nagy_chx


Dawn has crept up on me again. I blame the perfume. I was digging through stacks of old stuff and came across magazines from ten years ago and more. Some of them had those perfume strips in them. They still smell, after all this time. But I have a suspicion that the perfume has altered with age, and now has soporific properties. (This is undoubtedly the result of some conspiracy perpetrated by the perfume manufacturers.) Inhaling it has altered my perception of time, so that I spent the entire night doing things in slow motion. A few minutes ago, I went out to look at the stars and found that the sky had already turned pale. The birds must be in on the conspiracy. They are all laughing at me.

Despite having had the windows open and the fan on, the house still holds much of yesterday's heat. A few nights ago I slept under five blankets. Now I will be down to one, and might find even that too warm. Poor Sluggo has been having a hard time of it, too. If today is as warm as yesterday, I doubt he'll be able to work more than a few minutes this afternoon, and maybe an hour or so later tonight. I can almost hear his CPU popping and crackling now. When I get a new computer, I might try using Sluggo as a hotplate.

Must get to sleep before it gets any brighter.
bazille_summer scene


This morning, I saw bees feeding even before sunrise. They must have known how hot it would be today. Not only is it hot, but everything is covered with the yellow dust of pine pollen, so I get to sneeze a lot. Each passing car stirs a small cloud of the stuff. It's pretty to look at, and makes me miserable. Pollen. It's what mixed feelings are made of.

The stump of the vanquished ponderosa across the street was finally removed this afternoon. It only took a few minutes. A huge truck with some sort of crane-like grappling device arrived, the grappler grabbed the tree which was then sawed about twenty feet up (half way) and the upper half swung about by the crane and loaded onto the bed of the truck. Then the remaining chunk was grappled, sawed off a few inches from the ground, and then loaded next to the upper half. Then the logs were hauled off to the sawmill, I suppose. It only took one guy to do all this. It was quite impressive. It made me wonder just how much logging goes on in built up areas, that complex machines such as this (and the even larger machine with the large crew which stripped and topped the tree two weeks ago) have been invented and manufactured to make it easy. Ah, the wonders of technology.

Alas that Sluggo is not that much of a wonder. He heats, he heats! I must post quickly, before he crashes, then let him rest.