the patriots winning the superbowl is like, a tie. the season would just be a tie. every team’s record would be reset to 8-8. hopefully it would not affect draft order. I think it’s unlikely, though. they’re one of those teams that looks great when it’s playing the broncos. speaking of 8-8.
it was an outstanding day on the search front. I met with recruiters who I liked very much. in fact they have changed how I see recruiters. that sentence is somehow embarrassing. separately I heard from an employer to which I applied directly. that is actually the first time that’s happened during this search. separately I heard from another less impressive recruiter who is based in NY but works with DC clients sometimes. heady times in the search, after a dullness in recent days.
I can’t say enough about the single speed conversion. the bike. it has changed the way I see recruiters.
boulder was the first place I ever lived where I encountered people who believed that a haircut could help purge the psyche of, toxins. I have such a clear image of the moment when it was explained to me by two extremely blonde girls, really the two blondest people I have ever seen, that the reason one was giving the other a haircut was because they were beginning a fast. My puzzlement must have been clear. I imagine them detecting my puzzlement at the initial explanation and voluntarily providing further explanation in a charitable, not quite patronizing way. a concise and pleasant explanation, each or both staring out of their aura’s deep indefinite abyss of blondeness.
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I liked them. one of them was a bit too ethereal or ineffable. one was more down to earth and one of the happiest people I’ve ever met. I just remembered there was a third girl in their group, one of whom was my housemate for a year and one for a week, who was also incredibly blonde.
maybe this is how it is and how it can be / just how it is and how it can be / and just how it can be / how it is and just how it can be / just how it is and just how it can be
I was listening to a bob dylan harmonica solo when I wrote that lyric. I rarely get through a whole bob dylan track, especially the live tracks. I guess that’s all I have is some live stuff.