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sporadic progeny My writing has been more fragmented than usual the past few days. When I was in college one professor said that I constructed and deconstructed space with my drawings and paintings. For some reason I always took this as a compliment. It sounded impressive to me. On the other hand it could be what Woody Allen calls mental masturbation. Sigh. Here is yet another entry cobbled from different times of the day. During the early morning hours I scribble down some lines at work and then after I sleep my mood will have completely changed and I end up with paragraphs that have no connection with what I wrote earlier in the day. The morning portion Working Friday and Saturday nights are the most relaxing nights for me. There are even times when they remind me of being in the fine arts building in college. Many late nights were spent in the studios creating what were at the time personal masterpieces of self expression. A person could wander from room to room and see what everyone was working on and kill some time. Obviously there would be more people at the end of a semester working to finish any projects that they had put off from the previous weeks. As the night wore on people would slowly trickle out of the building until it would be just the diehards or people that didn't have anywhere else to be. I think that it is interesting how I can distill a whole semester down into a few nights in one building. I am sure that I have probably forgotten entire classes that I took, but I can remember every detail of certain nights in that building. Darcy used to work in one room and I would be working on my project in another studio. Every so often one of us would wander into where the other person was working to bother them. Those were some great days for me. It was her final semester where she was busy getting her portfolio together and then I entered into the picture. I am sure that the two of us drove everyone around us insane, but we didn't care. I would love to see the man that she married. Part of me wonders if he is anything like me or if she is happy. Brenda said that I reminded her of a previous boyfriend and she was with him for three years. Insert unrelated paragraph here. I read some more about the new Disney film Prince of Egypt. I guess that they had enough sense to do away with any wisecracking sidekicks or talking animals this time around. Martin Short and Steve Martin both do voices, but I guess that there isn't any slapstick. Val Kilmer, Patrick Stewart, Ralph Fiennes and Michelle Pfieffer provide the voices for the principal characters in the film. In general the Egyptians have British accents and the Hebrews have American accents. The rest of the entry is from after I slept for a few hours. My family got together this evening for the first Christmas gathering of the year. It was good to see my sister Hope again, who I haven't seen since she went away to boot camp months ago. She seems very much the same to me which I am grateful for, because I didn't want the military to get to her. When I got home from the family gathering, my downstairs neighbor had left me a message to let their dog out. All of this sounds easy enough, but the dog is terrified of me. She refused to come out of her pen. Then when I went upstairs to make a phone call, she wandered out and peed on the basement steps. I'll probably call Brenda sometime this week and wish her a merry Christmas. I doubt that we will get together before the end of the year. For some reason, I let myself get depressed before I went into work.
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