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Sometimes I’m sitting in bed reading when it becomes obvious how thin the walls of my apartment are. The exuberant sounds of my neighbor and whoever her friend is on that particular nght quite quickly make it necessary to head to the couch (if sleep is close) or sit here at the computer, awash in idle speculation as to how today may fit into the larger scheme of larger schemes.

1) I would like to travel somewhere with exotic fruits. I met some people from Hawaii while in Phoenix last week and they were quite adamant about access to fruits. Later that night I watched a group of young Goths stand next to a street minister with a megaphone and attempt to shout him down. One had a fairly Nordic looking helmet, made of tin foil and adorned with Magic Marker statements of his love for Beezlebub, affixed to his head. The minister was more New Testament than Old, albeit with a strange fixation on the sinfulness of pet owners who neglected their pets. I ate pineapple and passed on margaritas – one highlight was spent at a dive bar with the previous night’s cabdriver, a 50 odd something ex-Navy man who said he was a part-time cabbie and a part-time drunk and who had rigged up a CPU monitor on his passenger seat with what looked to be a GPS system circa 1984. I kept thinking of Mathew Broderick and the movie War Games, but the navy guy told good stories and I had had more than my fair share of the Pac-10 hormonal debauchery that is Tempe’s college age district, so the stale peanuts and two $2 diesels were the perfect segue to returning to the hotel and staring out the window at the palm trees.

2) I would like to read Maximum City. I recently purchased all non-Catcher in the Rye related salinger books, or at least three of them (are there more?). I am not sure what kind of course of action this foretells. I suspect the neighbors are now basking in post-coital sleep (I’ve been switching from this to “Seymour: An Introduction” for the last hour) and so now sign off.