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oatmeal
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Schroder Wagg/London
laxatives
Rubbermaid
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WEDNESDAY
Todd and I tied our “Ship-It” awards to a rope behind my AMC Hornet Sportabout hatchback wagon and dragged them for an hour around the suburbs of Bellevue and Redmond.
Net result: a few little nicks and scratches. They are awesomely indestructible.
I try to imagine someone or some new species in fifty million years, unearthing one of these profoundly unbiodegradable little gems and trying to deduce something meaningful about the species and culture that created it.
EVERY TIME A PRODUCT SHIPS,
IT TAKES US ONE STEP CLOSER TO THE VISION:
A COMPUTER ON EVERY DESK AND IN EVERY HOME.
Dad phoned to ask me how to hook up a modem. He’s joining the Net now.
For three days last month he ended up on the green velveteen living room couch, sleeping endlessly. Or else he’d come sit with me in my office while we finished debugging for shipping. He seemed to like that. But he was so
Mom keeps sending me clippings about the information superhighway and interactive multimedia. She clips things out of the
Morris e’d me back from Amsterdam:
»1 tried one and they’re not uery good, so don’t romanticize them. They have a curry taste, and they’re full of frozen *peas* (of all things). More importantly, by eating “burgers,” aren’t you just still buying into the “meat concept.” Tofu hot dogs are merely an isotope of meat.
»lf you yourself are a uegetarian, but still dream of burgers, then all you really are is a cryptocarniuore.
Went to Nordstrom’s. Watched
Bug sulks in his room all day, listening to Chet Baker, restoring his antique Radio Shack Science Fair 65-In-One electronic project kit, and memorizing C++ syntax. Susan house hunts. Todd lives at the Pro Club gym. Abe has been reassigned to a subgroup in charge of designing a toolbar interface.
I think Abe’s being punished for going sailing that day with his friends during the week we were all in crunch mode. We don’t see him much — he’s back in Microsoft time/space again. He gets home late, feeds his neon tetras sprinkles of ground-up, freeze-dried poor people, chides us all for not exhibiting more enterprise, and then sleeps.
2:45 a.m. Drove into Seattle tonight with Todd in separate cars. Todd scored at The Crocodile and at the moment he and his “date,” Tabitha from Tukwila, are in his room getting acquainted.
Bug is here in the living room watching “Casper the Friendly Ghost” cartoons on the VCR, “looking for subtext.” I can’t believe it, but I’m getting into it, too.
Continued adding to my computer’s subconscious files.
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