reflections in the windowpanes

haven't been up to much of anything other than going to work and school lately.
i tend to zone out a lot after a whole day of solving other people's problems, but on the trainride home,i like watching the world reflected back to me at odd angles in windows on the train. it seems more real to me than the real world does right now.

Is the fake snow on tv as close as i'm getting to snow this year? i bet its snowing in ashland right now...but not here. after calling for snow several times in the last week it snowed for 60 seconds last wednesday when i was on the train platform at 82nd street but that don't make it a blizzard. but i don't care what they say, portland is at least as windy as chicago ever was...that crazy wind must come out of the gorge or something. nobody warned me about the wind for talking about the rain.

storm troopers ain't lightin' my oven but i'd love to make some christmas cookies like my mom used to make. in the meantime i'm passing the time with pims which are as close to those polish cookies we used to get at the medmart as can ever be found in these parts. if i could find the russian store again, i bet they'd know what i was talking about...

just what every short attention span kid needs, i think when i see them peddling video games on tv. no offense, but my biggest nemesis these days is flash games. hard to get anything done when all the kids i'm tutoring are distracted by videogames. about the only way i can keep them off of there is to cut the power to the computers.

"oh mr steven segal what will you do?" i don't know what this shit is that brian's watching on tv, but it's some old ass steven segal movie, it's incredibly bad anyhow but to get even weirder its got him in some crazy leather jacket spouting off environmental messages about drilling in the arctic and hydrogen powered cars...and this was back in the 80's. didn't know the ol' boy had it in him.

"i haven't daydreamed in color for so long..." i haven't seen the sun in such a long long time so i get to wondering where you are. are you sick? are you well? are you chasing trains in freightyards? are you frozen sitting out in the woods laughing at the moon? leaving mysterious signs under overpasses? teaching children the mysteries of life? saving the world? chopping wood and lighting fires? dancing in the kitchen with a frying pan in yo' hand? call me when you get a chance, or write, i'd love to know...