fractalnavel

so how do you turn down cute little girls coming to the door to collect for a charity run ?  i mean, without discouraging them.  or maybe they should be discouraged ? i dunno.  well, i turned her down anyway.  i felt like such an ogre. 

probably looked like one too.  today is one of those haven't-showered-or-shaved-in-several-days days.  and i can't just pretend i'm not here when i'm sitting here in the front room with the tv on and the windows open, sneezing and belching.

unusual day.  the gas lady wandered across the lawn.  the landlord stopped by with an apprasier.  apparently he left messages on the land-line, the one i rarely check because the telemarketers own it.  i ceded that territory long ago (so why don't they pay the bills ?).  people were cutting the grass next door.  kids were playing in the yard in back.  and then the little girl (she looked like she was no more than eight; you'd think a parent was hanging around somewhere, given today's paranoia).  it never gets that busy around here.

and all the while here i am in my shorts and undershirt and unshaven smelliness.  yuk.  expectations of presentability in this society ? i guess there is such a thing - and, of course, i am at odds with it.

ah well, things are as they are.  i spent a good chunk of the afternoon browsing wikipedia on tensors, gauge theories, quantum gravity, and some one or two step removed items. 

ok, maybe three.