August 15th, 2007

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lost and found

Two folks reported yesterday that they intended to attend the chess tournament I am running on Saturday, which makes me hopeful we will reach the small critical mass required for me to pay the room rental and for everyone to feel as if enough people attended. The ideal group would be 12, but I am structured to be happy with as few as 10.
My chess-playing nephew will not be in attendance, as he and his father signed up to go to that national event called GenCon or some such.

I worry that my small electronic gadgets headed on the lam to the Island of Digital Toys.
My cell phone and my mp3 player both went missing, although there is no factual continuity in their use to suggest a conspiracy. I tend to lose things when I experience more stress in my life, as when, as now, my work proves very demanding. I consider it a rather good thing, though, that I am not feeling too beleagured or burdened, even if these indicia exist that I may in fact be a bit under the gun. I would hate to have to replace the mp3 player, because although it is an inexpensive unit, I'd have to re-load so many songs.

I have confidence that my missing gizmos will re-materialize, but I wish I had the imagination to figure out where they roamed. Between my early Summer escapade with missing keys and my 100-degree-August-lost-toy special time, I realize I should be more innnovative in how I approach these things in my life.
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arkansas football

I'll omit the details of the familiar story, about how the store emblazoned with the cell phone company's brand name, with the special window sign "Authorized ACME Wireless Retailer", in fact could not (a) access my account to ensure nobody was using the missing phone, but instead had to dial a national number for me; and then (b) could not give me the deal the ACME phone representative told me to seek to mitigate the situation, because this would require not just an ACME store, but an ACME "direct" store.

I know I should froth at the mouth, explain how I ingloriously was less than perfectly peppy about this, tell of the cutting way I phrased my voice as I uttered my syllabic silky grandliloquence. But I'd rather not bother. I'm no better than any of us all at explaining the great American populist experience--in an age in which we are so automated and interconnected we can't get anything done for one another any more.

My father's birthday gift to me arrived tonight. It was one of my favorites ever. My mother always bought me an issue of an "upcoming season" sports magazine called "Arkansas Football". This tome covers not only the colleges, but every high school, down to the most rural. I began receiving this when I was 14 or so, and now my father sent me one for my 48th birthday. I'm thrilled he remembered. Also, he sent me a t-shirt from the daffodil festival I attended in the Spring. I will be the most dapper daffodil in the driveway.

My life is a whirl of activity right now, and I am a tilt-a-whirl of fighting spirit.
I sometimes think I am the best boxing near-pacifist I know, speaking in the metaphoric, of course.

Next stop: thursday!