seen on sunday at the corner of 28th and iris in boulder: a man in an excellent bright-red lobster costume holding up a sign for jazzy's crab shack.

Passed a young woman walking down my street carrying a banjo and a six-pack of beer.

The secret service have mostly left but there are still police cars double parked on both sides of 1st Avenue. A traffilth jam?

Lunch today at Pain Quotidian, ABC Carpet branch. At the next table there are two businessmen. One calls over the waitress and has a low conversation with her that I cannot hear and then reaches into a plastic bag and removes two tomatoes that appear to be heirlooms and hands them to her.

I cannot help staring at him with a puzzled look on my face and so he turns and says to me: "I am a biologist from Turkey and I am here studying tomatoes". Apparently he had just purchased them from the Greenmarket, brought them to the restaurant and gave them to her to wash and put on a plate so that he and his friend could dissect them to look inside.

They pronounced that one was grown with chemicals and the other was not because of the size of the seeds. I did not see them taste the tomatoes at all.

I gave them our URL.

They got up, said goodbye and left the restaurant.

Though we've never met, this is somehow for Hollywood.

The "Member," not the "region of Los Angeles."

Everyday life.
Every
Frickin'
Day.

THe other day, the lead programmer on one of my projects that is behind schedule proposed new functionality saying "I've got people with time on their hands"

When I told him I needed to meet with one of the programmers to finalize some needed tools, he said "Don't bother her until the end of the week, she's swamped".

Walking across 53rd St. this morning I see an enormous dragonfly flying along. I hope it got home OK.

while biking on the west side bike path last Saturday.
Kenny says " did you see that women with the six pack"
To which I respond "she was running with beer?"
doi

Ran into Peter Neufeld (OJ's lawyer) outside the office, and he stopped to chat for a moment. What are you up to? I asked. Trying to stop an execution, he replied.

I was just running menus.

Have you ever ridden with a worker with a chain saw, in an elevator? Freight elevator was out, gotta get the job done.

And I used to think I was clever putting Mexican and Canadian coins in such jars. What did I know?

I've renamed the motorhome "Bed & Breakfast" with the price of gas.

I have just been invited to a memorial concert for an immunologist called Zoltan Ovary.

conversation between man and waitress, two tables over at lunch:

man: what's your favorite appetizer?
waitress: um, i like...
man: no, don't tell us, just bring two of it.

well, they seemed happy enough when it arrived.

Surreal, yes, but no more so than my life.

But...wrong, really wrong. Cats don't do this unless brainwashed.

http://www.moscowcatstheatre.com/

Someone told me about that, and was surprised that I was horrified. Really really wrong.

I knew I'd have an ally in you, Cathy. Boyfriend thinks I'm nuts to find any fault in making cats balance on mirror balls, or (horror) push a cart with a dog in it. Goodness knows, it should be the other way around.

brainwashed cats and clowns. yuck.

What's the matter with cats performing tricks?

Seriously, I'm all over the idea of getting cats to do tricks. Heck, I'd train my cats to mix drinks. Only they always put in too much vermouth.

My cat does some surreal tricks. I'm still trying to figure out how she gets herself into my (closed) pajamas drawer.

Turning a cat into a circus performer is an affront to its inherent dignity and self-possession.

Okay, so my cat fetches and rolls over, but only when HE wants to.

My latest surreal moment: I needed a new pair of evening shoes. The first store I walked into had exactly what I wanted. In my size. They fit.

Our cat opened the back door window of the car. At first we thought she must have just leaned on the button. But then she did it again, 5 minutes later.

As far as cat training goes - it is she who has us trained, have no doubt.

Sonny does this all the time. It is so disconcerting when I'm driving and all of a sudden the back window opens. I always imagine he's going to jump out of the speeding car but he's much too smart to do that, I guess. I always try to remember to put the childproof window lock mechanism in place but somehow it gets undone.

We were stopped at a farmstand upstate, and we got out to get a few things. Lo and behold, up trots Ezzie the Wonder Cat - she had jumped out the back window, gotten out of her leash, and came to help us shop. I assumed we had left the back window open.

So I picked her up, put her back in the backseat, put her leash back on, and closed the windows.

5 minutes later, there she was again, same thing.

I bought a harness that afternoon, which she can't slip out of. What's funny about that is that she pretends to be all helpless and pathetic and crippled when it's on, except of course when she needs to get somewhere.

I have admired the window there many times, but never walked in. Will do.