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June 3. Day 338. Met up with some friends around 9. Destination: a bar on the water, in time for happy hour. The girl who was driving circled around for a few minutes and, finding nothing — not even an illegal spot tight enough to fit her Mini — moved on to the next neighborhood. Still [...] May 27. Day 331. The scene around 3 p.m.: a dozen cars are funneling into an ARCO, which has the cheapest gas in a 5 mile radius. Prices are up. Summer is definitely here. In front of me, a guy in a white SUV pulls up to the second of two pumps. Another car is preparing to leave, [...] ouch |
April 3. Day 277. I spent the better part of today driving from post office to post office, on the phone with the federal passport agency and its idiotic robots, and rushing back and forth twice to “A-Official Passports,” an expediting service located near the U.S. naval base on Point Loma. Stop 0: The passport photo place [...] March 21. Day Day 264. Czerny. Light of my life, fire of my fingers. My sin, my soul. Czer-ny: the tip of the fingers tapping thrice as the tongue taps twice to enounce your maddening name. Czer, as in Cher, Ny as in Niet. Not dear, dear… His first name was Carl, but to me he [...] haggling |
March 20. Day 263. Update: I went to see the nearby Ikea shelf and asked the seller for a discount. He agreed. So far, no Craigslister since July 1 has turned down my request for $5 off — whether the asking price is $40 or $20. Interesting… Am I shooting too low? My question today was for a [...] |
    
  
 
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