steamed brussel sprouts and stringbeans. penne with olive oil, parmesan cheese and tomatoes. a juicy barlett pear for dessert.

today's lunch. sorry fellow co-workers! didn't mean to stink up the office re-heating the sprouts...
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the most current issue of Vanity Fair has introduced me to the work of Diane Arbus (photographer). very interesting woman. another suicide...what is it with my being drawn to women artists that end up killing themselves??? Sexton, Plath, and now Arbus.. ah well, at least O'Keefe lived a nice long life.
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bowie is coming to town. i have no desire to see him. seen him enough. did listen to Let's Dance over the weekend (side 1 only, side 2 is useless). threw in the mix Remain in Light (how freakin' awesome is this album?!)...never bothered to listen to Sticky Fingers (a gift for someone else that i never gave)
bad me.

and i went back in time...to a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife, and i asked myself, well, how did i get here???

back when things were simple because i was living in a fog. buried deep in the muck of love. competing with a chemical high and losing the battle for his heart and mind. and i ran and ran and now i like sitting still. getting comfortable in my skin having wiped off the bullshit of love, and the potential children it seems to produce. you're not mine, but i was never yours.

same as it ever was

(italicized lyrics courtesy of Talking Heads)