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March 28, 2007
sunny day
the sun came out big time...
and just as i was about to cross the street, the street crossed me and surrounded me and we must have looked like one of the special sushi rolls. me being the eel hugging a piece of avocado.
not the original tekka maki, more of a strange new invention maki. cars became like pieces of vegetables, i reminded myself that swimming upstream is like sucking on a tea bag.
and no, i did not wake up.
listened to "in our time" again. my current trip to work takes 45 minutes, just enough to discuss any topic really. new ones every day. i think i will listen to the microbiology podcast for the next few months though. as if each one of the podcasts were in itself a microbe, a device containing some information that will become a piece of the fabric that makes me ... me.
apparently only 10% of me is a human me containing the me dna. the rest is a giant munch of microbes, all having a party. (more of an orgy really.)
and we only know 1% of any microbes.
this thought made me want to lick the metal pole on the train.
i often try to hold on to the coldest portion of the metal pole. the one that remembers the temperature of a commuter least. it is sometimes very difficult on a packed train.
i will soon be spending more time on trains. i like trains. my family comes from trains. i spend a good amount of time on trains. currently about 8 hours a week. soon about 10, maybe 12?
soon i will be able to switch to "this american life" maybe some kind of "this american life in our time."
the street and i rolled down the hill. or did the hill roll up?
i am looking forward to what is going to happen next.
to the good part of it.
i have never really lived in a place that had a proper view.
if things go well, i might end up with a view i have never dreamt of.
or maybe i did... there was this one dream of that box... but that's about 12 years ago.
i will need to have a conversation with my microbe assembly about all these images of things and thoughts and the stuff in-between.
how does one interrupt a microbe orgy though?
does one need to?
one probably shall not.
amazing how much of everything is powered by the sun.