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Wednesday, March 12 1997

Surreal thing to say today: falling from airplanes, the chickens soon tire of flapping their wings and lapse into suicidal free fall.

Since the Glossary is pretty much a historical document at this point, I can really only expect it to settle into the status of a reference work.
I'm at UVA's Cocke Hall as usual for this time of day, drinking a gingseng-containing-tea extracted into gin from a little glass jar. I feel good; my gum isn't bothering me too much and the music (REM's Dead Letter Office) is perfect for the mood.

I've noticed that the Big Fun Glossary is getting fewer hits this March than normal, and much fewer than in February. I wonder if the good weather all over North America is keeping folks off the Internet. Surely the national onset of Spring Break has something to do with this too. And the non-United States part of the World has only a marginal effect on Internet activity. Since the Glossary is pretty much a historical document at this point, I can really only expect it to settle into the status of a reference work.

Meanwhile, I notice that these musings have been enjoying a steady increase in daily traffic. But despite their greater size, these musings are still a sad backwater to the Glossary.

I have to be more careful not to start editing a file before it comes in from an FTP get operation. In doing so today, I corrupted the March 8th entry, unwittingly uploaded it, discovered the problem, and then, in a panic, had to have Bn email me a copy from my scratch directory on the hard drive on Thurgood, Comet's server-room Macintosh. All is well now. I keep backups of a sort, but they are unreliable; in general either I or someone else throws out my scratch directory (called "poo") after a night of work.

I went to Hot Tomatoes and got a slice of the barbecue chicken. It's one of my favourite restaurant foods on the Corner. As I ate it, though I started coughing and after that felt a little discomfort in my sinuses.

I'm discovering more disconcerting but amazing capabilities in my body every day.
Back at the Dynashack, I grabbed a Molsen Ice and a printout of the latest update of Walter Miller's Homepage and went upstairs to take a bath. The tub was filthy, but I cleaned it up all nice and then got the water going. This particular update of Walter Miller's Homepage was especially funny. It had a consistent theme in it; one of Walter's Grandfather's desire and ultimate success in the skill of forcing liquids from his mouth up and out around his eye sockets. Like everything else he does, though, Grandfather carries this skill to an extreme, moving to progressively thicker and thicker fluids and on to soft solids, almost killing himself in the process. Meanwhile, the discomfort in my sinuses did not abate. So I blew my nose VERY HARD and was suddenly relieved of my burden: a chunk of barbecue chicken the size and shape of a standard marble, along with a spray of red barbecue sauce and attendant cheese and flakes or oregano. I was disturbed but also impressed. I'm discovering more disconcerting but amazing capabilities in my body every day.

I went to bed at about 8pm just so I'd be wide awake tonight at Comet.

Bn was here in the evening (as he often is these days) while I did some video frame capture. He and I will go to a "Pisces Party" this weekend with local rock star, Lauren Hoffman. As Jessika would say, "Think of the musings!"


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