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April 15, 2009

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20090401

Ap?1, 2009

I dreamed I ?in a large city ? a g? of ?le and a professor, ?? urban design and planning. It was an odd ci?in t?ght, the gla?it u? pur? and blues and b?iant oranges and cri?ossed by mas? cables on which were st? wha??ed to be Met?? car??
Afte??e, I realized that a good friend from college, let's call he?ma, ?in the c? with me, and we hadn't ? each other for ??o we split off f??clas?d made o??ay.

We flagged down a city bus, got on, and headed ?he resta?? back, where we just sta? talking and catching up. The candle??ery nice, flicke? as ??ery ? pas??e the window?nd we'd been eating and ?ing a while ? she men?ed that ?didn't reall?? place to stay in to?nd was wonde? if ?could crash at m?ace. "S?&quo? said. &?;How long will you be staying fo?? "I'll be here ?l Tuesda?? almost a week a?

&?;Oh, I have ?o home on Tuesda? my brot#39;?ing ?ie, ? need to go ?he f?al.&?;

"Wait, wha??

She nodded and e?ined tha?????er had a condition which req?d a ?ly s?? vitamin?d other ???mini????he n? who was usually res?ible for thi?? vacation. He needed the vitamin? Tue? and would not be ge?g them.

"B??. Yo??er's going to die ju?ecau?his ?n decided to go on vacation and ?guys aren't doing an?ng about it?&quo???e sp? her hands. &quo? can't. We have no choice.&q?
I co?do about it.

Finally, we arrived at an enormous grocery ?e, and made a beeline fo?e deli section, ?h wa?own locally for having a bunch of deaf people wo?g there. When we arrived, I had ?augh -- ?deli workers were these ?le I had kno?n college who had been sort of a joke among ?camp?eaf ?le becau?f their incredible snobbery. And now the??aking sandwiches, which ?actually pre?fun ?atch. Emma suddenl?id she needed to go ?he bathroom, and she'd find me later. &q?Okayot; I said, and ? back to watching the snobs assemble a particula?complica?? Several min? later, I realized there was no ? of Emma any?e, so I began searching ????e. Nothing. At this ?? fig? I'd probabl???f by my ?? on ?bus and ???ably bus?iffling in a bathroom stall ??e, so I ? out? for a cigarette. Someone ?ed u? me ?looked very ?ely familiar but had the kind of face where ?can just tell that some ?ht was lost at some ??ong ?? He grinned a big ga?othed smile and ?, &q?Ya remember me?&?;

I scoffed. &q?Yes.&quo??? putin a headlock and then let u??;Bullshi?hat ?d yo?othe?? she hea?ou say s??gs?&?;

"She'd say you need to lay off the drugs, Matt." He laughed.

"So,&q? he ?. &q?It's almost April 12." Bela?? suddenl?membered tha? had the sam?ay. I stopped wi???g and nearly pitched him for?, grabbed him by the sho??and gave him a big, long kis?at ended with us rolling on ?ground and laughing at the people who stared at ???ock ? large. His lips were ve??

?ed b?gh VanDe??bsp;&nbs?2:03 AM

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March 25, 2009

posted by Hugh VanDerGoet??nbsp;# 6:22 AM

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Febr? 15, 2009

heavy. We wan????he large atrium of the school, b?e're stuck in the hallwa???de the cafeteria, one of our com?iots screaming and c?ng u??m because he jus?esn'?nna do i??e. The o? guy sighs and says, "Fine, we'll j?blow the device ????;

&quo?ay,&?; I ? and toddle off. I find ?clas?m, b?here's a pai? ner? student? the?having a late-night ???n. I nod and move pa?aref?, wonderif they know wha?e hell's going on. They go back ?hat ?'re doing as I reach the window, par?e blinds, and pu? back to corner next to it, ?ing down to ? on ?floo? scoff to my? a little -- the guy said to watch for smoke, bu?'s pitch out?, no real wa? seeh smoke. Then my eye?just, and the night becomes brighter, li? a million s? ove?e woods, and I catch my brea?it's bea??br>
It's almost ?now. I wonde? I should cu???o protec? spine o?mething. I e?ne m?mories. I seem to be remembe? the pre? as ?gh i??lready p or maybe it's the f?e I'm remembering, and maybe I'll fo? it ? it becomes now, because I remember ?hing the (a?) bomb go off. I?9;s all ? cra?ight and it gets hot, and there'?conc?on, but for ? rea?it's not so bad for me, I can stand my g?d an? through the light and when it's all ove?'m s? the?maybe wi? decent ?an.

So I sit the??mbering ?'s about to happen and wonde? if I should try to have a cigarette before ??g goes off when I check my watch and realize it'?most six-thi? so I lo?de through the windo?d see smoke far off in the distance, blo? awa? I almos?? it, and, convinced ? my bomb was a d?I stand ?nd sit down again in a cab that'?ming to a stop in a ?ing garage, ?cabbie j??? the thing into ? and opening the doo?d running off, and I can see almost ever? else doing ?? thing, ?hat even?ly the only ?gs I can see moving are emergenc???ehicles, coming into the garage and ?ng off into differen??ions on differen?mps.

"Jesus," I sa? myself, wondering what'?ing on. I'm ?ing ? I rememas a "Hakuto" jacket, ?ever tha?, and wonder if I'm in Tokyo or ??e where ?e's a major disa? going on, maybe an earthquake. Then I see a whi?op's face in a car a? goe??nd remember ?bomb, so I t?o flag someone down. I'm ultimately ?cces?, un???d and see a ? of grim-faced cops ?ed j?behind me, discu?g the bomb that just vaporized half ?city and one of ? say??They got mos? our eme?cy infra?cture,&q? and I reali?'m in Jericho, ex?encing the show from the per??? both the folks ??off ?bomb in Denver ahe s?? cit?lks ?expe?ced its afte?h.Once I realize that this ?e ex?ence is fake on a fundamental le? I wake ?nd have ??ky feeling I'm being watched.

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20081226

Decembe?, 2008

posted by Hugh VanDerGoet??nbsp;# 1:12 AM 0 Comment??

20081206

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December 6, 2008

I guess it all s?ed with a family thing invol? my ?gest cou? who my mothas t?g to con?e to aspire ? life that went beyond simple se?ng down ? children. She u?me a? example, sa? tha?had ?ntly got?a job as a libra? in Washington, DC.

That reminded me. I drove up to ?building whe?he job was, ?h looked like a large, red version of the OEOB in the middle of a complicated Victorian-?e neighborhood. I finall?naged to find pa?g and went inside the building to check out my new digs. I wasn'? sta?orking until the nex???anaged to ge? and find my desk number on a ca?n the manage?9;s desk. Locating i??book and the framed ?o of myself in F?e standing next ?he wall ? Sha?'d g?iti ?ng &?;nowhere to go b?ar ... &?;

Afte?is, I went back inside the large, old building and decided that I had probably been ?g about ?e I ??it -- there ?no telling whether the card on which I had found my desk number ?outdated. As I entered the annex to ?large room where I was to be working, I noticed a small cand???of mini-fun-?? Ski??d some sort of s? made of pep?int creme co?d in chocola?and ?e a As I re??my book and ?o, I noticed a few people al?? the room, and a? them where I wa? sit. They pointed me at a small ver?l de??e the sc? was higher ? my head and the keyboard at my lap, and I sat down ?oodle around for a few minutes. I checked Google Reader, fouothing new there, and left the b?ing, intending to store my thing? my ?k un?it was actually ? to ?. Something else ca? my eye: an old-fashioned ho?ess carriage parked on the side of the cobblestoned ?et. I went o??heck it out and found ou? was available to rent o??? free tokens tha??be gotten from any n?? kio?or one of the driver? the local horse-dra?arriages. As it happened, one of tho?arriages was parked behind the a?obile, so I asked the driver if I co?have eno??ns to la?e th?h the wo??nstead of re?ding, he sho?me the pipe as smoking o?f and said, &quo?ess ? I'm smoking."

&quo?bacco?&q?

&quo??Coke."

&?;Coke as in -- ?&quo??? nodded. "Histo?l accuracy, ?know, so it'?gal for me to smoke it. Go ahead, smell ?bowl."

I smelled it, di?finger into its crackling blackness, and rubbed ?? across ?? of my right hand and smelled that. Yes, indeed. It ?cocaine.

"A??ose ?ns ... &?; the ca?ge-d??id. He smiled na??d to? a fistf?f golden coins behind me, on? young boy who was sitting in the baat of the au?I had to pick them o?f hi?d shirt, and the?ere more, many more, than I had ?ght ?e we??? so it took ? time. I finally managed to get enough, more than enough, and fed a few ???? and sta? it ?It came ? a h?ng r?e, and a??led it o?f it?ot and into ?? ove?e co?es, it began to ?e and hum and rumble all at once and it ?a st?ely ?? feeling. Once I had circled the block, I began ??it back into its old spo??br>Only ?isco?a number of ?l boats cordoning it off. There ?a small-boat bazaar happening ne?o my parking spo?d it haden o???e. The little boats on the road ? connected b?ngth? monofilamen??g line and were sailing on the road.

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