five thousand shades of blue
Thursday, July 05, 2001
Okay. Mercury, listen to me. You are now
direct. Please restore my ability to use a computer without it crashing, freezing, or otherwise failing miserably. I was plagued by problems on Tuesday because my iBook kept freezing when I tried to show off my portfolio on it (it's digital, they're mostly web pages I've done, so I saw little point in printing it out). How do I think I did? I remain.... "cautiously optimistic".
My Fourth of July was... HOT. It got to be almost 90 degrees outside, and none of us wanted to stand over a fire pit and cook, so we opted for pre-cooked cold ham, pickled beans and beets, pickles, garlic-stuffed olives, , and for dessert, root beer floats. We took some of the little legal firecrackers and went out onto the back patio to explode them. There's nothing quite like setting off about six of those spinning ground flowers at once, like so many swarms of angry, glowing bees, bumping around as if they were in a pinball game.
We ran around the backyard with sparklers, too. Minor rant: I have to say that today's sparklers are so much lamer -- and so much more dangerous -- than the metal ones from when I was a kid. We knew enough not to touch the hot metal part, the sparks that came off of them didn't actually burn you, and it didn't drop red-hot charred paper bits onto the grass as it burned down. Whose bright idea was it to change them, anyway? New sparklers suck rocks.
is
this just not enough…?
