July 23rd, 2003


Ohio and the piss-poor, boring, pointless entry.

I am so excited
I keep meaning to see Whale Rider and Spellbound
neither of which plays in any of the 9 circles of the Loew's cineplex near me
but both of which are playing in Columbus, Ohio.

I have wanted to see these
for so long!
And rather than drive forty minutes into NYC to see them
I will drive nine hours to Columbus, Ohio
which is a fifth of the way across the country

(This entry was brought to you in the style of maxwellgrant, and by the letters 2 and 7.)

More later, after getting the Volv checked out for the trip...

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I have a lot of trouble reading at my house because of the noise--if there's water dripping or a dishwasher running or 5 people sitting around, talking about Mormons and growth spurts at the top of their lungs, it's really hard to concentrate. I have recently solved this problem by discovering the most beautiful, peaceful place on earth to read a book. It's set far back from the road so you feel like you're cut off from everything... there are beautiful rolling hills...it's not woodsy, but it has enormous, majestic oak trees...there are huge expanses of open field...

And (to prevent you from feeling isolated) there are hundreds of people just lying around--none of whom are loud or obnoxious or inconsiderate. All of whom will leave you alone while you read your book.
All of whom are dead.
Because it's a cemetery.

I stayed up on the hill, of course, away from the tombstones. Once you start getting close to certain graves it's not so attractive anymore. Some graves are fine, of course, but some of these dead people have really tacky living relatives. The one right near my grandmother's that has ceramic kittens and a yellow smiling sun and purple pinwheels stuck in the ground all around it, for instance; and you can't tell if it's a grave site or a children's television program? And the ones that have more flowers than the Brooklyn Botanical Gardens? If you plant flowers, try to make it look like there's some semblance of order. Some of these graves look like rainbows were up all night vomiting onto them.
And who could forget the grave with the seasonal decorations.

Rotting gourds from halloween? Check.
Small plush turkey from Hallmark store? Check.
Two-foot tall Christmas tree wearing a santa hat, which, when picked up, also revealed eyeballs with lids that open and close and lips that move? Check.
Ounce of good taste?
Ounce of good taste?

But it's quiet there, so no one really bothers you when you're trying to read. The occasional person visits a grave. Waters a plant. So on and so forth.

A equation to remember though, for all of you who are:

A.) Paranoid, and
B.) Can't resist sitting directly under the oak tree because you feel like a drawing out of "A Children's Treasury of Nursery Rhymes,"--a feeling which, for some reason, is really appealing to you.

Oak Tree + Strong breeze = Enormous bodily welts after being violently pelted with acorns.

Just so you have some idea of what's hitting you.
Because I didn't.

"Oh...what a nice gust of wi--ALL RIGHT, ASSHOLE. WHO'S THROWING ROCKS?

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So now I have something else to do while I'm in Columbus.
Because I have an interview on Tuesday for a job, which, if I act as retarded during the interview as I did on the phone just now, there is no way in hell I'm going to get.

Lady on the phone: "So when I return from maternity leave would you be all right working 3 days a week?"

Me: "Oh that's PERFECT, because that way I could work the other two days a week at Home Depot which I've always wanted to do because I love using the power saws.

Me: "And I love learning to fix things. And mixing paint. And it just seems like it would be a great experience, you know?"

Me: "Blah blah blah Home depot! Blah blah Home Depot!"

But she called me even after reading my cover letter so she must know what she was getting into. I wonder if she's going to ask me to make good on my claim that I know all the presidents of the United States in the order in which they were elected.

I'll have to sing that entire Animaniacs song while wearing a suit...