I said nothing

I wrote that mom was out when I had breakfast on the Saturday before.  Nora came by with the ginger bread house.  David was there he felt he had to rebut some comment Nora had made earlier in the week—something about why he slept so late.  I noted that that was around 1130 but I didn’t turn the computer on until around 1.  I worked until 5.  I noted that I was certain that it was just the survey parts.  I noted that I had made a raw table so it may have been the end of part one.

Mom and dad went out for dinner and a show and little later I drove to Le Vid to return and get movies.  I had Inception and Dr. Who.  I was getting through Trial of a Time Lord when mom came home.  Apparently dad took mom to some weird show.  I went to bed late.

I noted that mom and dad went to church on Sunday but I didn’t see mom.  Dad left for church after I got up though.  By the time I had gotten fully into thesis work it was four.  I had about 20 indicators left to verify.  I noted that I had been procrastinating and lying on the bed and reading.  I was reading the White Plague.  I listened to NPR and Youtube and had soda.  Eventually I got through Part Two.  I had steak chops.  I watched half of Inception while mom wrapped presents. She wanted to watch too but went to bed.  I watched Robot Chicken and went to bed.

The day before I wrote this I got up early because visitors were coming.  Brendan and Caitlin came in and decorated the ginger bread.  They came down to my room.  Later they went to the mall.  I got back to the Parts.  I saw Uncle Gene.  We didn’t get along.  I started on part 3.  Mom went to Choir and Nicole came by at 1015 and we went to Shamrock.  We had an awkward kiss.

The day I wrote this was Christmas and dad was home at 1 from church and was impatient for mom to get home.  She asked me to open up presents with her.  I got a shirt and an umbrella.  I went back to work on the thesis.  After a trip to Nora’s and a follow up for forgotten stuff we were opening presents.  Nora said Nicole was concerned about dating me and I said nothing.  There was bad interaction with the kids and the usual talk with John.  He and I went out for air.  I had gotten Brendan a tape measure for his birthday.

We had prime rib and mom and Nora liked the scarves I got them.

This is a hybrid series that is strait from my notebook as my Notebook Analysis is but also chronicles my life at regular intervals like the Memo series.  It is essentially meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced developed from my notebook pages.

High School Days

I just had some high school days. I meet friends all the time the museum, the library and especially in the evenings but I only sometimes have high school days. They sneak up on me and stir up memories that I had always believed that I had matured beyond. It happens when I’m in my old neighborhood mostly. I find them everywhere and doing different things. I see them on transit a lot. They seem to be coming home from work or sometimes tell me that they are visiting parents. I somehow have friends in common and will often accompany them to events that I am participating in. I tend to meet a lot of them during the holiday season and they often are dressed nicely. I generally think that they super popular and am so happy that we got to talk. But that’s just me.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.

Art and Pizza

I wrote that on Thursday I took the N to the library before 5 and met Nicole was in the lobby. We went to White Walls, where it was really quiet because of the SCOPE conference in Miami. It was a photo installation that was meant to showcase the situation in Goma, North Kivu and I was impressed. Then we went to Shooting Gallery next door. We walked down O’Farrell to Mason and then over to Union Square. We went to Goorin and tried on hats. A block later we were at 49 Geary and went to the fifth floor. There was a great exhibit with motels and neon signs from the 1950’s.

We walked up and down the building. I wrote that I don’t remember everything because the floors are so similar. The two on the 5th were cool. There was one I called the diorama. I got a postcard from Modernbook. We went into Frankle. We went to the gallery at Kearny and then crossed the street to the bus. We took the 30 bus to Columbus where we got pizza.  We went to Visuvio, ordered drinks from Dave and talked philosophy.

This is series chronicles my life at regular intervals. This Memo series is meant to be a retrospective of what I have written and experienced. In each of these posts I use my notes in conjunction with memory, mementos and souvenirs to create a snap shot of my life.

A Cup and a Paper

Last Sunday during the storm I noted that the rain’s arrival was oddly comforting. I had woken up at an early hour, which was out of the ordinary for me. When I can’t sleep I get a book out and read. Around 5 I heard an odd noise outside like a metal garbage can being moved. The lights flickered.

While the ocean is already amazing this close to the coast, the rain can be more so. Normally from my house almost a half mile from the beach I can hear the waves at night. It is like white noise in the distance. When I go to the corner of my block I can see them. In contrast, the rain and wind slam against my window and leave me wondering at their power.

At times this kind of weather can be suffocating. I can’t take the bike out for fear of accidents. The bus system always breaks when it rains. I don’t own a car. It is as if I am always stuck when it rains. That morning I got my (broken) umbrella and walked to the local café. I wore wool. The southern side of the streets was more protected from the wind and therefore less wet. The power was out all over the place. I asked the paper man in his truck for a paper. He told me to stay dry.

Yet for all its inconvenience the rain can be comforting. Sitting there listening to the locals murmur about recent gossip and politics I felt warm and dry indeed. I reflected on how I awoke thinking of an excuse to stay in bed curled up with my pillow. I realized that as the neighborhood woke up and assessed the storm damage there really wasn’t a better place to be than at the café with a cup and a paper.

This is an occasional series chronicling my life. This Notebook Analysis series is meant to be contemporaneous piece developed as an agglomeration of my notebook pages. In each of these posts I used my notes to develop my recent thoughts.