{"id":645,"date":"2004-04-28T20:15:00","date_gmt":"2004-04-29T01:15:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=645"},"modified":"2004-04-28T20:15:00","modified_gmt":"2004-04-29T01:15:00","slug":"645","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/?p=645","title":{"rendered":""},"content":{"rendered":"<p><i>how could i<br \/>\ni wouldn&#8217;t know<\/i><\/p>\n<p><!--more daily drivel--><\/p>\n<p>If there&#8217;s one thing I dislike, it&#8217;s bloated ravioli.  I purposely undercook the pasta by a minute or so just to keep them from swelling.  Besides, a big pot of water doesn&#8217;t cool down immediately after I turn off the electric burner, so it&#8217;s good to give it some time to wind down, in addition to moving the pot onto another burner before fishing out the noodles with a spaghetti spoon (easier than draining them).  So my ravioli are nice and firm and tasty bathed in their meat sauce, which, ironically, I overheated in the microwave without covering, leading to some activity of a microvolcanic nature.<\/p>\n<p>I left work today around quarter to 2 and drove down to the General Administration building to pick up some material for a job designing the programs for an award banquet, along with the certificates.  My client is someone I&#8217;ve done work for before, but I can still never decide whether to call him by his first or last name.  Every time I tell myself that I&#8217;m on familiar enough terms to address him as &#8220;Bart,&#8221; when I see him it just comes out reflexively as &#8220;Mr. Corgnati.&#8221;  He just doesn&#8217;t look like someone I&#8217;d address by their first name; he doesn&#8217;t have that aspect.  The building where he works makes me feel a little dressed down in my blue jeans, dark and clean they may be.  But he was cordial and organized and the meeting was over in fifteen minutes.<\/p>\n<p>We&#8217;re all more than a little aloof in the apartment, Donald, John, and me.  We&#8217;ve been closer recently after the &#8220;ships passing in the night&#8221; phase a month or two ago, when we would barely speak two words to one another all day.  Donald&#8217;s car has been giving him grief lately, though, to the point he didn&#8217;t want to drive it and I drove him a few places, like church on Sunday and to the youth group meetings Saturday and last night.  We talked about computer programs, various tacks on relationships, the trip to Europe.  I feel like I&#8217;ve been missing a companion lately, someone who is a bit closer to my vantage point, or at least gives the impression that he cares to understand the (few) thoughts that make it through lately, and conversations like those we&#8217;ve had make the desire feel a bit closer to realization.<\/p>\n<p>Where are my running thoughts?  Where are the sentences that come to me in the car, eyes fixed on the road ahead?  Whenever I sit down to write I feel like I&#8217;m in a video store of my own thoughts, with a title firmly in mind until I walk in the door, only to wander aimlessly among the subsections afterwards until I find something that &#8220;looks good.&#8221;  I wish I could just ask the clerk which thoughts I&#8217;ve been wanting to express for a long time, and she&#8217;d punch a few keys on her terminal and direct me to the proper section, with a knowing comment of approval if the thought I had requested was one she&#8217;d heard before and was particularly meaningful.  But would I then have to pay to write my thoughts?  And get charged late fees if they took too long to express themselves?  And the metaphor snaps&#8230;  Heh.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>how could i i wouldn&#8217;t know<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/645"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=645"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/645\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=645"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=645"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.boldulysses.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=645"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}