For everyone studying for exams tonight.
The principal, Mr. Springer, came into the room and whispered to my teacher. What he said upset her. After he left, she turned off the lights and told us to put our heads down on our desks. Then she told us to say a prayer. President Kennedy was dead.
I feel sorry for the Celebrity Cruise tourists whose only day in San Diego was today. It was a cold, wet, breezy day. If only you had come last week.
Before you were born, you could buy toilet paper in soft pastel colors to coordinate in your bathroom.
Now, only white. That’s history.
I’ve written before about my being aware within my dreams that I am dreaming.
Here’s a dream that within the dream I told myself was evidence that I did not produce the content of my dreams. This dream was an idea or proposition that was presented to me in the dream without scenery or other attributes. It was just a very compelling idea. Here’s the dream:
If a group of dogs in a kennel, knowing they had a claim check (someone to pick them up), and in barking in unison lost the final “P” of their bark and it became a sharp “K” sound, would a single dog adopt the same sonic behavior if he didn’t know he had a claim check? Or is this only the perception of the human ear? And is this similar to car alarms in a parking garages?
I received this idea in the dream and just thought to myself inside the dream, “That’s nothing I could have thought up on my own.”
It’s not Christmas lights. It’s a new shopping center a block from my place in downtown San Diego. They rehabbed the old abandoned police headquarters. The grand opening was the past weekend. The big draw is Cheesecake Factory (which does nothing for me). However, the red neon light points to a space once occupied by Starbucks which is being stripped and rebuilt as one of the first Dunkin Donuts in California!
Yeah - A sloppy form of yes, “Yeah, I heard you.”
Yea - A vote in the affirmative, equivalent to aye, “Five voted yea, and six voted nay.”
Yay - An exclamation of delight, “Yay, it’s my birthday!”
If Daniel Radcliffe wanted to put Harry Potter behind him, having anal sex in Kill Your Darlings kinda does it, tastefully filmed of course.