Monday, July 17, 2000

3:52 a.m. It's funny how a big wrinkle in the fundamental fabric of things changes your perspective on all the same old same olds. I just now realized it's been a Monday when I typed that word above this paragraph. If all things had been equal, I would surely have noticed.

But, my cable is out and all things are not equal. I'm bleary from using two different monitors, and believe me, I have a headache. Focus is not possible -- only coping is possible. They are supposed to show up here tomorrow to fix the problem.

Perforce, I will try to make this entry short and sweet as I can. Sweet as a summer nectarine, 30 calories. Can't beat them for sweetness right now. This is a good nectarine summer. Not such a good peach summer, so far, but the season's still young. Ditto the corn.

I spoke to a reporter from the LA Times today about the character William on Big Brother. William is the only African-American male in the house, and he's also marked for banishment this week. If I were the producers on the show, I'd "lose" a whole lot of the call-in vote and let William stay on.

This would be a tough decision, of course. If William doesn't go, the other house "guest" marked for banishment is the pretty strip er, exotic dancer, Jordan. Jordan has tried to make whatever amends she can, and she's cried a lot.

William, on the other hand, has been incorrigible, recalcitrant, and just plain ornery. Plus, he has a wardrobe of ridiculous hats that really look stupid. If he stays, it could get ugly. Not that I've seen hide nor hair of any of the folks in the house nor any of the fowl in the yard. My itty bitty modem would explode if I tried to force streaming video through its tubes.

So, maybe tomorrow I can check in with the folks and gather up all my lost email and answer it and have a regular day and forget this whole miserable weekend that has been spent digging around in the cables and coils of the recent past.

But isn't this just the coolest thing -- I've learned how to post on the road, so to speak. Now I will have no real excuse for missing a day should I ever have the chance to move away from this desk for more than a few hours. As long as I can find a phone jack, I should be able to upload. How comforting a thought this is will depend, I think, on which side of the monitor you are are living.

But I wander afield. Because I can.