birthday

it's been the coldest birthday ever. august 26th is traditionally a very hot, cloudless day, no matter where in the country i am. not today. i wore a sweater. unprecentented! i was outside all day in the cloudy cool, taking special pleasure in roasting (and eating) chiles because it provided some warmth. the owner of the new pizza place in the shopping center brought us about eight slices of pizza, i think because he felt sorry for the poor girls sitting out in the cold at the farm stand, and i slapped a chile on a piece and ignored a customer who was bitching about the price of organic peaches. this was the extent to which i spoiled myself on my birthday and am consequentially very tired and unable to write much more in sentence form. switch to bullets:

how the fuck do i use bullets, there's no formtting option using safari..... erg. fine.

jenny got me the edition of huckleberry finn illustrated by thomas hart benton. i called her one day from the bistro after buckels mentioned that such a book existed to tell her, mostly in jest, "if you're ever stuck for a present to get me, here's a cool idea." i didn't think she actually remembered. that jenny.

i also got a pair of high quality bose HEADPHONES from ed.