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2004-12-28 || 10:11 p.m. || note to self || remind me to tell you about christmas day and night, the ocean and its gulls and sitting on cold cold rocks by train tracks, the lights that switched on and off and the clandestine tentative whisky-fueled decision-making process that took place in a denny's off encinitas boulevard, my mother's daily habits and tolkien obsession, and why my father was disappointed by the life aquatic (he considers himself a cousteau afficionado, considering the matter of the squid data that was savagely stolen by j.c. and presented as his own back in the seventies on catalina island). he wishes there were more barbs aimed at j.c.). guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |