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Dream

7:11 am Thursday 6 June 2002

(dream)

At work Kevin had received a letter thouhgt it had been sent to his wrong address and was forwarded to him. He was surpised that anyoe would have the old address considering how much mail he was getting on a dialy basis.

I set out to desig a way to allow us to verify that a human was writing him an email from the place online where the old address was published.

This techniue involved setting up an array of days of the week and reassigning numbers tto them randomly, and then asking the human what day of the week it was, but then the reasignment woul assure that the answere wasn't being given by a bot that had been programmed o know the days of the week. Or something like that.

I began to sketch out the technique and I needed to represet 7 people on a calendar, so I cut out images of seven differentt people fom YRUU and randomly ut their images on the days of the wek on his calendar. I labeled 3 of them "Bass" and 2 of them "Tenor" and 3 of them "Alto"

I had just made them as examples to get my point across; the labels could be anything we want. But then Denise saw how I had leabeled them and tok great offense at what I had done, but wouldn't come outt clearly and say what was the problem.

I was like, "these are just examples, look I can relable this one "Tenor" and now we have 2 bass, 3 tenor and 3 alto, but tthis is just an example.

She was still upset, and I had no idea why. Finally she was all, "I can't believe you labeled this person as "Bass"

I'm like, I don't even know what bass means, I was just using this as an example; I cut the images out randomly and it doesn't matter at all.

We relabeled the name and then I thought about the whole thing and I was really mad.

"Now I'm angry!" I got up. we were outside on some grass near a parking lot. "I can't believe you would think I'd stoop so low as to maliciously label someone bass!! " I was yelling and furious.

Now I was yelling at my dad. We were pacing around facing each other like mountain lions in a standoff.

He started to smile at the irony of anger over such a little thing. I was still furious with my gaze burning into his eyes.

He said something as his point number one. then he said, "I wonder if I could punch you," and extended his fist slowly and it barely touched my left eyebrow.

"You better not punch me I said," for I will wail the shit out of you, I thought. Then I realized it would be better to do nothing if he punched me, so I was just about to say "for I will do nothing," but he had stepped back about 30 meters before I could say it.

I stood my ground strongly in the standing yoga pose that I spell tadasana. My dad threw a punch at me so hard that his ring broke off from his finger with a resounding CRACK and the top of the ring flew at me and hit me. I tried to dodge or block it, but it still hit me and stung a little, but not too much.

I realized the skill he must possess to throw a punch into the air so hard that it breaks his ring, so I clapped twice. The kind of clap that occurs in a movie when our protagonist is on stage practicing a song and is so focused on the moment that they don't notice the one person sitting in the otherwise empty audience, and when the song is over, the protagonist's spell is broken by the slow clap of that one person.

I clapped slowly twice and then went to pick up the part of the ring that had hit me and I woke up.

New wrist guard

7:45 am Thursday 6 June 2002

I went to the doctor yesterday with the complaint that my left wrist/thumb has been hurting for the past two weeks with no apparent trauma to have caused it.

She suggested that I get a wrist guard, which I didn't do because I didn't want to pay for it, and I was in a mental battle of having just paid $75 to get the advice; I might as well heed the advice, etc. and I made a wrist guard to sleep in last night using a spoon, two tongue depressors and an ace bandage. That worked quite well, but I wanted to get a "real" wrist guard before I go to my Amy's Ice Cream interview today, even though they might just be impressed with the creativity of my custom built wrist guard... I visualized in my mind what a new wrist guard would look like, and then I remembered I have already purchased wrist guards - two of them, for skating.

So now I'm wearing my Pro Designed wrist guard. It's quite substantial and perfect for this task. Good job, brain for recognizing that I had these available.