Month: August 2003

…the Toronto-based Fatal Light Awareness Program, estimates that 100 million songbirds collide with lit buildings in North America each year…”

I probably shouldn’t be laughing at that, but I just have visions of large numbers of bird suddenly crashing into corporate headquarters around the world! Can you imagine some fat smug CEO sitting in his 80th floor office, looking out over Manhattan while he drinks his half-cap skinny latte when suddenly a mass of nightingales slams into his window. Coffee everywhere as he looks on in horror at the beady little bird eyes slide down the window to their deaths… I’m just sick.

The quote is from this article [ www.discover.com ]

Or at least one toy! My CTO took me an some others out today to buy test mobiles with MMS capabilities. I would have liked the T-Mobile one, but one of the other guys who has seniority got that. C’est la vie, he kinda wrote most of the system so… I would not have a job without him. Anyway, I got a Verizon LG camera phone. Which I have been playing with non-stop since… I love toys! Say ‘cheese’ your on candid-beggs-phone-camera!

Jim left for Japan on Saturday. To live and teach English for a while (and the real reason—N——!) I just wanted to say good luck, hope you have the time of your life. And I hope I can come see you soon and we can go to China and see the gorges before they are underwater. Ganbatte Jim-chan!

It’s the little things… Like one minute I’m walking past Five and I catch a whiff of someone smoking a Clove. The next minute I’m standing in a corner of the SERP house talking to Laura-Lee and Scotty while Stroud’s mix vibrates the floor. Or I’m sitting in Starbucks and hear a sound—I don’t even know what it was, but suddenly I have the most vivid image of a street in Florence. I was standing there on my cell phone calling the Misches to ask Ann if she wanted me to send here a new Bisccotti jar because the shop before me had one just like hers. I’ve always had little flash bulb memories but lately everything is taking me somewhere else. The escalator at Dupont Station suddenly turned into the escalator at Kings Cross-St. Pancress. I think I’m going crazy…