08.07.01 - 10:07 a.m.

Improved Taste!

I'll assume that the ad-men didn't mean that my Tropicana (Season's Best) Orange Juice (from concentrate) started going to the opera and has learned to appreciate philip glass while reading samuel becket, or something. but i'm a little disturbed by the banner (so jaunty, yellow text on a red flag-ish thing with an exclaimanation mark at the end of the phrase, just at the medial left of the logo.) because of the calculation of its impromptu.

it looks last minute, dashed on. 'we were GOING to make the regular stuff, but then we got some souped up season's best oranges. rather than the ordinary stuff we're usually knocking around back here.' but it can't be. and how did they make it better tasting anyway? it has concentrated orange juice and filtered water. though now i see that my orange juice is international, with concentrate from the us, mexico and braaaaazil.

maybe that's it, maybe the added sass of those brazilian oranges brought the americans up to snuff. maybe i'm just a little psychotic on a day so muggy that by nine a.m. (and actually, all morning) the horizons are shot and filled with this gray haze of promissory heat and a thickness of air unparalleled except in the Tropics were at least it makes sense, and the canopy grows so thick that never does the sun touch the jungle floor rather than here with our sea of asphalt.

i left the waterfall on all night.

i brought a new plant to work.

i'm currently on hold trying to cancel a conference call.

they switched carl haus and performance today. now performance today is on at 9:00 a.m.

i was going to go out to lunch with my mom today, but she just called and said i should come to the radisson at noon-ish and i can have free lunch with her conference. well, really.

i'd rather just eat the lunch that's waiting here for me, rather than crash the stupid family law masters edumacation conference, or get introduced all around as her daughter and have to smile at idiot strangers while i'm standing around wanting to leave so i can -

- well, well, well. i got off hold and didn't come back, so that train of thought left the station long ago. i think sometimes i need to find more and more clich�s, and just make my speech a string of them. there's a paralegal-type at another law firm i deal with alot who annoys the hell out of me because every time i answer the phone "blah. can i help you?" she says, "i need all the help i can get."

i mean, it would have maybe been remotely funny a year ago when she started doing it, but why does she keep saying it!? it so annoys me. i want to jump right through the phone.

today the supreme court ruled that they couldn't ban james joyce's ulysses. or something. i say, they really don't need to ban most 'obscene' literary books. natural selection will weed them out. people prefer their stories to follow the well-worn patterns we all know, so our minds can settle into a grove as familiar and set as a pair of railroad tracks, and just coast down the greased rails, happy and little thrilled at the speed, seeing somehow a reflection of ourselves in the time-worn tales.

and actually, i like traditional stories, as long as they're traditional. not the jacked up advertainment hype of popular culture, and i like even some of THAT i just HATE the way we're supposed to, i don't know, assign some larger greater deeper meaning or accept some level of seriousness it doesn't deserve or get dragged right back down to the hallmark level once again.

this bloody generation. oy.