2-29-00 Tu 12:29 PM 

I forgot to brush my teeth this morning.  I can feel my teeth rotting.  Then I put sugar in my coffee, which I don't normally do, to try to make my mouth taste better.  I haven't seen a dentist in years.  Ugh.  I typed fifteen minutes this morning.  We tried to hump last night, but my head wasn't in it.  Rochelle dropped me off this morning because my bike has a flat, and I didn't leave the house early enough to walk.  McCain blasted the religious right in a speech in Virginia.  The Lakers play Portland tonight in a showdown of the best:  They are tied with the best records in the NBA and both are riding eleven-game winning streaks.  The game starts at seven thirty.  I should be home by eight thirty.  On to journal #46.

 2-28-00 M 1:08 PM 

I'm in class.  We're reading about life in the eastern forests three hundred years ago.  Mauren wanted to know if they bought TVs.  Yahaira said, "No, they didn't have TVs back then; they only had radios."

It was hard to get out of bed this morning.  I typed fifteen minutes.  Strummed a little.  Rode to work.  Bought a paper at the market.  The kids talked about their weekends and wrote and read from their journals.  I prepped my plans for the week and filed a bunch of shit off my desk.  At recess, I Xeroxed some crap. We did an estimation lesson for math.  At lunch, I stayed in and read the paper.  The police chief of Tijuana was assassinated.

Yesterday, Rochelle and her mom and I drove over to the Cechi Gori on Wilshire in Beverely Hills and saw "The Insider," about a tobacco company whistleblower and the strange interworkings of the laws/courts/media/FBI/corporations/etc.  It was ok.  After the film, we went to the El Torito Grill and had a couple drinks and some dinner.  Carol gave Rochelle a ride home to borrow her sister's car.  Malia is in San Francisco until Wednesday.  I added two boring short lines of dialog to Jim and wanked off and went to bed.  I read the beginning of that Mysteries of the Bible book just to try to kind of reinforce my understanding of the characters and chronology.  I also read the preliminary data on the Knopf edition of the Koran.  Then I turned off the light and slept.

I still have Blake to read today.  I have to type a third-person page, maybe a letter to New Orleans.  Our new refrigerator should be here by now.  I need to ask Rochelle to show me how to do the web page for school.  I've got the receipt from Staples for that game that doesn't work.  I have to go to the LACAS office.  I accidentally signed in for a day I didn't work.  I have to get a book for one of my students.  I haven't eaten today.  I forgot to bring the video that's due back to Blockbuster today.  We should watch "Virginia Woolf" tonight or this afternoon.  I can't find that two-hundred-dollar check that Yokoshita's sent.  I'm such a dumbfuck.  Maybe I'll have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich when I get home.  I should get the little idiots ready to go home now.

 2-26-00 1:25 PM 

I found the hollow shell of a spider in a web on the porch.  Did it molt? 8:25 PM  Rochelle and I are in the subterranean bowels of the city, awaiting the subway.  

We woke up about 8:30 this morning.  We chopped red, green, and white onion, cilantro, and broccoli, and sauteed it all in a pan before poured in eggs scrambled with Swiss, cheddar, Parmesan, basil, oregano, cayenne, rosemary, pepper, and Lawry's, and ate it with tortilla, salsa, sour cream, bloody Mary's, and coffee. John Ball said he and Nina had to pick up their son in Highland Park, and then they would come get us to go to "Fantasia."  I rode down to Sav-On on my bike and got head cleaner for the VCR and a newspaper.  I showered.  I read Blake while I sat in the backyard.  Typed fifteen minutes.  I was playing guitar when John and Nina showed up.  John said it sounded like I've been practicing. [smile]  We had a beer each, and I told them the tale of Pappy the Cynical Parrot.  We got high and drove to Robbie's and Jeremy's in Redondo, South African brothers riding the new tech economy.  We drank beer.  They have a ferret.  A bunch of people came.  We popped our heads in the Jet Hangar bar.  We went to the temporary IMAX theater Disney built off Howard Hughes Parkway.  "Fantasia 2000" is mostly forgettable.  After the movie, we asked Nina to drop us off at the green line station.  I read the paper while we rode to the blue line and switched to the red line.  We got off the train because I thought we had to transfer again.  As the train was pulling away, a couple of bystanders I queried informed us it was the one we should have been on.  So, we decided to walk up to The Bounty.  That's where we are now.  I got a Turkey rocks.  Rochelle got a dry Ketel One martini.  I don't want to stay long.  We're going to go home and watch "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf."  I think our game is going to be rained out tomorrow.  Chris Rock says the crappy thing about being married is not being allowed to screw other women.  

2-25-00 F 1:55 PM
I'm at class.  I typed fifteen minutes this morning.  Played guitar.  Rode to work.  Got a paper.  Kids did book reports.  We went to the library.  Had a grade level meeting after recess.  A soul food banquet was provided in the auditorium for Black Heritage Month.  Principal Howard wants me to set up a Wilshire Hill web page.  We ate chicken, black-eyed peas and rice, collared greens, corn bread, stuffing, and peach cobbler. 
We're just fooling around now.  If I ever finish this, I'll read the second book of Blake's "Jerusalem."  He seems to think that imperialist Englishmen are God's Chosen People.  Rochelle is coming up to school again today.  We're going to the Oldsmobile dealer and try again. We should go to the credit union maybe after that.  Or maybe just to Wells Fargo.  We'll try to go to Bahooka tonight maybe.  Got to call Pablo, Rawler, Thing, and Ball.  I hope those bastard-ass car-dealer motherfuckers allow us to get a car at a reasonable price in a reasonable amount of time.  Carlos Santanna won eight Grammys.  He says that an angel, and actual angel, or at least a vision of one, Metrenol (sounds like a drug) or something is what he says its name is, the angel that visits him.  Blake said the same thing.  [ink sketch of Lucifer-like figure] Los visits me usually.  Carlos, my friend, not Santanna, wants to go to the batting cages tomorrow.  I've got to do a third person page today or write that letter to the Hiroshitas.  Carlin called and offered tickets to Ben Harper at the Universal Amphitheater, but we're supposed to go to "Fantasia 2000" at the IMAX.  Kenny said it's as boring as the original.  If I ever get to the bottom of this page, we can go play basketball.  Walter said I'm a little fat.  I could go for a nap.  I need acupuncture.  It's supposed to rain Sunday.  Our game may get rained out.  I wonder if Rochelle's mom is still coming Sunday.  I think we can get the car for $20,138 at 3.9% with $3500 down.  I'm not insured to drive it.  I have to pay over six thousand in my taxes.  Fucked.  I wonder if I Ball and La Nina will have and cool drugs for "Fantasia."  I wonder [sticker of a telephone']  I wonder why angels never visit me.  I wonder when we'll have that car.  By 3:30 I hope.