February 22nd, 2004

Roman

coffee maker blues

Last night I poured water into the coffee maker, ground up coffee beans, put them in the basket, and pushed the "automatic" button. But the button just went out. I looked more closely and saw that the time was blinking 12:00, indicating it had lost power sometime and had to be reset.

But I was unable to get it to stay reset. Each time I reset the clock and then tried to set the timer it went back to 12:00, blinking.

It's odd but this upset me a lot. I almost felt like crying. It isn't as if we can't easily manage without the timer, but it really bothers me that it does not work. I have taken good care of the coffee maker, bought it new a few years ago, so it isn't all that old but it's past its warranty period.

I even woke during the night, thinking of it, and got up early this morning to see if I could hunt down any troubleshooting sections in the printed literature - no, nothing in it about that. I went to the Braun web site, was not able to get to the "services" page. Looked at web sites that have parts - they didn't have that.
Roman

Oh brother...




You're The Catcher in the Rye!

by J.D. Salinger

You are surrounded by phonies, and boy are you sick of them! In an
ongoing struggle to search for a land without phonies, you end up running away from
everything, from school to consequences. In this process, you reveal that many people
in your life have suffered torments and all you really want to do is catch them as
they fall. Perhaps using a baseball mitt. Your biggest fans are infamous
psychotics.



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Roman

sleep

After being up for a while, I went back to bed, slept some. I felt so tired and so cold. Stretch followed me from the living room to the bed, kept me company. The wild little one, tentatively named Hoover, found a space elsewhere this time.
Roman

(no subject)

I got out of the house, to the Outlet Center and nearby, in an effort to get awake. I think I am more awake now, here in Broadway Bagel Cafe, sipping my cappuccino and eating my toasted bagel. They do make great bagels.

I brought my current junk reading with me: In Contempt, by Christopher Darden with Jess Walter. It's an autobiographical account of Darden's experience at the O.J. Simpson trial. I have formed the opinion that Darden is not a great writer, even with help, but there are interesting tidbits worthy of some discussion. One of those is the current state of the art of forensics, how it is practiced in most big cities. I suspect that because we watch a lot of forensic stories on television (at least I do!) we can get the impression that every case is thoroughly researched in the same way. Of course it isn't. And the Simpson case is a big example of poor policework, in my opinion. Actually rather shocking, how bad the collection of evidence was.

So here I sit, and I thought, why not look up Darden on the web? Turns out he's churning out legal thrillers now, and teaching at a law school.
Roman

Vagina Monologues

Today was my first time to see the monologues. It was a good production by Cal Poly students plus a few others from the community. Some of the actors were really terrific, so completely able to let go. One thing about this production that bothered me is that it was all young women, although many of the monologues are supposedly by older women. I think it would have been better with older actresses.

There is a certain amount of preaching and so on inherent in these things, as one might expect, but there is also enough humor and originalilty to make it enjoyable. Now that the playwright has initiated "V-Day", an effort to stop violence against women, to be celebrated with productions of the Vagina Monologues, I feel the thing has taken a different appearance. I gathered from the large crowd and enthusiastic response that this may be a good thing for a few years, but I am betting that the excitement will wear down, fade away.

I do like the emphasis on women who are being violated horribly in other countries. I am bothered by the "take back the night" type stuff, though, as I feel it reeks of "victim feminism".

Still thinking about it.