July 31st, 2003

Me 2012

The Right Bus?

Our department has a monthly food day, nominally in honor of whomever has birthdays that month. Today is July's snack day. I'd meant to make something for it, either sugar cookies or apple crisp from a mix I've got.

But I was working on my novel last night, and I didn't feel up to using up a few more hours baking and frosting cookies -- it's the frosting part that takes the longest, I've found. The apple crisp mix is quicker to make, but it didn't go over all that well the last time I brought it, and I kept putting it off, until it was too late to bake anything at all.

So I got up this morning and poured most of a giant bag of miniature Reese's into a plastic container, and brought that.
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Me 2012

Truth and Fiction

I'm taking my lunch break late, and at my desk, today. I've been snacking on junk food most of the day and have decided to skip eating lunch entirely. All right, perhaps not the most nutritionally sound of choices, but, face it, my regular lunch isn't exactly health food anyway.

I was thinking about the way I write the "Postman" entries. I made a conscious choice to present them as "stories" and not as "entries". One of the results is that I ramble a bit less, and that they are less accurate to actual memory than my regular entries.

I don't have a good memory for exact words on spoken dialogue, and bus conversations are particularly tricky, because the noise of the bus itself, and other passengers, will drown out snatches of dialogue. Certain things will stick out in my head, but other parts I will miss or forget. Trying to write it up afterwards, as a coherent conversation, is a bit like early paleontology. I've got some key oparts, and I can make a good stab at how they must've fit together, but really, I'm just guessing and most of my skeleton is plastic.
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