22 August 2001

Some of you have complained that my web page lacks what you term “flow,” and what I would simply call a consistent chronological-sequence-of-authorship-to-page-layout bijection. Please allow me to clarify:

1. I will add new days to the top of the page.
2. I will add new entries to the bottom of a given day.

This entry, however, is an exception to that rule.

There will be no more exceptions unless they are clearly denoted as exceptions. I will mark them by saying “This entry is an exception to the chronology rule.” Please note the quotation marks in the preceding sentence. Exceptions will be designated as such without the use of quotation marks.

That is all.

Memorial Drive, on the way to Harvard.

Hmm, 5am.

Shakespeare: “Death’s second self, that seals up all in rest.”

Sanitary conditions in San Diego.

The other night, I accidentally walked out of the supermarket with a bag of corn I hadn’t paid for. No one in the store noticed, and I didn’t realize what had happened until I was in the parking lot. And I thought: “I have to go all the way back there to pay for this? Fuck that.” Besides, it was the first time I’d ever stolen anything — accidentally or not — and it was kind of exciting.

Dave with the purloined corn.

And then, about two days later, the clerk at the 7-11 down the street from my apartment stopped me as I strolled carefree out the door, my arms full of Gatorade and Slim Jims, totally oblivious to the fact that I hadn’t paid. So now I’m wondering: how long has this been going on?

“If you wake up at a different time and in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?”

I’m glad this guy didn’t catch me.

Awe, Phil is so sweet.