Saturday, February 15, 2003

There should be a committee formed for wood reparations. The stair risers are gorgeous. Many people have told me I should have simply ripped up the stairs and started over, but I could not afford to replace the beautiful wood underneath those layers of oppressive paint. Why? Not only did they denude the forests, but they painted over what, for them, before they denuded the forests, was throw away wood. I believe in aesthetic absolutes, more so with each layer of paint I strip away. 1:12:49 PM

I had a vision last night of the aesthetic and mathematics and human dynamics of software development as a flowing four dimensional grid, suspended and ever moving in space and time. It was so beautiful I just lay in bed, as if looking up at the Milky Way, except in my sleep. I did not want to let go for other dreams, just follow the iridescent strands. Last night, I learned that insulting the hostess, even in jest, can lead to lowered income. Mara was going on in her neurotic Mara way about how freaked out she was that her husband Dan was turning 44. I said "Why, because he's so much younger than you?" It doesn't hurt that much, since she has already decided she doesn't like me. As a result of that dislike, she has made my Friday nights my lowest money nights. I may drop the shift. She actually asked me at one point if anyone was sitting at table 16, knowing no one was. I told her no. She said "I wonder why?" And I said, "Because I insulted the hostess?" She said, "Hmmm... that wasn't a very good idea was it?" Guess not. 10:20:00 AM