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am 11:08 Friday 1 August 2003

Dreaming. I don't even have to set an alarm clock. The bill collectors call at 9:00 am, sharp, and quarter-to-ten. I never answer it. Here's my phone number: 1.510.525.0772. You can call it if you want.

Hmm. A friend sent me a secure E-mail from Dubai, United Arab Emirates (It came through Ryze.com). "Dear Mahreen," I wrote, "One of these days you'll visit San Francisco. Come ride in my cab!"

pm 2:10, There's nothing quite as straight as railroad tracks. It's as if the tracks are chopsticks reaching for an invisible grain of rice on the horizon. I saw two school buses crossing the tracks simultaneously. Neither stopped. One was traveling west on Addison, the other east on Bancroft Way, two-tenths of a mile farther toward the horizon. I notice these strange occurrences in life ... what the French call La 'Pataphysique ... "as far beyond metaphysics," says Roger Shattuck in the Evergreen Review, May-June 1960, "as metaphysics lies beyond physics – in one direction or another," ... coming down, in this instance, to two school buses skewered by tracks, velocity, 2:00 pm, and me.

 
 
 

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