What year of college is Jim in?
I want to photograph that corkscrewed, loop-to-loop-trunked tree on my street.
I want to figure out what kind of film and lens and F-stop and shutter speed to use to take pictures at night of that carnival down the street.
12:09 PM F 4-14-99
Anna knew my birthday was coming up. I'm done with the paper. She won't be at the workshop this weekend. We were in the lunch room. Whatever. I took a little nap at recess. I'm amped on coffee right now. I've got to ride over to Larchmont after school today. What else? 5:43 PM Larchmont. Chardonnay. Green tablecloth. I feel like a poser out here, writing on the sidewalk. I don't know what else I should be doing. The Greek Petit. I ate spaghetti and a donut and an elementary-school-cafeteria hamburger. The air is cool. My bike is locked up across the street. Anything worthwhile is painstaking. A couple just sat down beside me. They're tending to their dog. [ink line sketches of trees] Could you come to the desert. A kid just walked by with his retriever. "Hi," he said. "Is that an Australian Shepherd?" "Yeah..." the lady said, alarm in her voice. She knew what would happen. "...but I don't think--" she began to say urgently when her dog attacked the boy's dog. There are couples everywhere. Leslie, the unmarried, middle-aged lady I work with who seems to want me told me she had a dream that a plane left without her and she was left behind with a lot of baggage. The couple right next to me are actually at a whole nother café. What should I do next? I haven't read any Nin yet today. [ink line sketch of man pushing baby in stroller] "I'm totally out of it," says the guy next to me. I brought it into the lounge. Someone or more called it Erotic Literature. The lady is talking about a woman who's a dog and they love each other. "Are you gonna show it to me?" the guy asks.
I want to photograph that corkscrewed, loop-to-loop-trunked tree on my street.
I want to figure out what kind of film and lens and F-stop and shutter speed to use to take pictures at night of that carnival down the street.
12:09 PM F 4-14-99
Anna knew my birthday was coming up. I'm done with the paper. She won't be at the workshop this weekend. We were in the lunch room. Whatever. I took a little nap at recess. I'm amped on coffee right now. I've got to ride over to Larchmont after school today. What else? 5:43 PM Larchmont. Chardonnay. Green tablecloth. I feel like a poser out here, writing on the sidewalk. I don't know what else I should be doing. The Greek Petit. I ate spaghetti and a donut and an elementary-school-cafeteria hamburger. The air is cool. My bike is locked up across the street. Anything worthwhile is painstaking. A couple just sat down beside me. They're tending to their dog. [ink line sketches of trees] Could you come to the desert. A kid just walked by with his retriever. "Hi," he said. "Is that an Australian Shepherd?" "Yeah..." the lady said, alarm in her voice. She knew what would happen. "...but I don't think--" she began to say urgently when her dog attacked the boy's dog. There are couples everywhere. Leslie, the unmarried, middle-aged lady I work with who seems to want me told me she had a dream that a plane left without her and she was left behind with a lot of baggage. The couple right next to me are actually at a whole nother café. What should I do next? I haven't read any Nin yet today. [ink line sketch of man pushing baby in stroller] "I'm totally out of it," says the guy next to me. I brought it into the lounge. Someone or more called it Erotic Literature. The lady is talking about a woman who's a dog and they love each other. "Are you gonna show it to me?" the guy asks.
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