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not talking about it ~ February 21, 2002 - 12:52 a.m. hard not to feel better on a day as beautiful as today was. highs in the 70's. god, I love california winters. it's already spring, in february. flowers starting to be everywhere. I also finished this thing, today, that's been hanging over me for a few days. a thing I don't want to talk about too much, because it's an application for something I want so badly I can taste it. the kind of thing where you're afraid that if you talk about it, you'll jinx it. a way to make a living doing something I care about, making a difference in my community, and writing. exactly the kind of opportunity I've been keeping my eye open for. so, y'know, I'm not really talking about it. I'll let you know if anything happens. I want it so badly that I've convinced myself that there's no way. of course, I fantasize about it constantly too. and also remind myself that things happen the way they're supposed to, and that if it doesn't happen, it's for a good reason. but, y'know, I'm not really talking about it. I have discovered, in this process of trying-to-get-things-done, that there aren't that many good options for places to work on your laptop and drink coffee in this town. I used to go to the javah house, which is one of my favorite coffee houses, but for some lame reason they've decided to start closing at 5:30. the saturn cafe doesn't have power outlets, nor does the laundromat-espresso-bar place by my house. I went to some damn yuppie cafe yesterday, but they have this policy about "no studying after 6 p.m.", and they've just got a bad attitude. so I wound up at caffe pergolesi today, which is where all the young hipsters hang out. it's really not one of my favorite places, because it feels like everyone checks you out when you walk in the door to see if you're cool enough to be there. they sell beer along with coffee and snacks, and they blare various flavors of alternative music, some of which is good and some of which sucks. they do have power outlets, though, and couches with coffee tables, and regular tables and chairs, and church-pew type things, and they don't mind if you sit there forever. and it's a good place to people watch. today I shared my couch, at different times, with a transgendered person wearing red tights under black fishnets under translucent pantaloons, and an old-fashioned goth boy in clunky leather-and-metal boots, a leather trenchcoat, and flock-of-seagulls hairdo. so I've got a place to hang and work on the thing. that I'm, y'know, not talking about.
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