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4.24.2002
Posted
1:24 PM
by Greg Hamilton
Back from 'vacation'. Alexis' show went smoothly in Pendleton and - with the exception of a minor car problem - we made it back into town without a hitch. Cats were joyous - and the house had not burnt down. Our primary preoccupation (other than the gig), was geocaching. If you have a GPS, you should really give this a shot. It's like hiking and Christmas rolled into one. 4.9.2002
Posted
2:09 PM
by Greg Hamilton
Last weekend was moderately amusing. Alexis and I had dinner with my brother and his Pretty Pretty. In other news....New York mayoral politics goes to pot. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 4.4.2002
Posted
10:17 AM
by Greg Hamilton
Tired today. Not enough sleep and a bit too much coffee. As for my recent dramatic scribblings, it's just a way to break up the monotony of grousing and/or delivering the ever-important personal chronicle. Perhaps all of these ideas will be divided up into separate blogs....we'll see. In other news, I'm calling for a Bush vs. Bin Laden // Sharon vs. Arafat cage match. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 4.2.2002
Posted
11:00 AM
by Greg Hamilton
He could feel the door close without him even making the effort. The familiar pain in his temples burned as he swept down the long, grey corridor that led to his cube. Even his teeth hurt with subdued rage. He turned the corner to his office and ran right into a human wall. 'Dammit,' Keith hissed, looking up at his obstacle. Mark Olson rocked back on his heels, reeling in his composure as well as a cluster of odd papers stuffed under his armpit. 'Mr. Erickson?' Mark stuttered. 'I am so sorry. I was just leaving you a memo about the Operatio account.' Keith waved him off. 'I'll call them this week,' he said.
Posted
9:22 AM
by Greg Hamilton
4.1.2002
Posted
11:17 AM
by Greg Hamilton
Keith opened the door to the darkened office. 'Do you have any mail for me to deliver?' he murmured. His eyes were fixed on the floor. 'Not today.' said Dana, her attention unchanged. 'I will have a parcel for you on Friday, but you will need to come early. The client will be wanting the material before noon.' She paused. 'Is that clear?' Keith snapped a knuckle in reply. His eyes narrowed. 'Very clear. Is there anything else?' Dana swiveled in her chair, looking up at his pinched face. 'No, you may leave.' ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3.31.2002
Posted
1:21 PM
by Greg Hamilton
At home with the folks for Easter. Much of the clan is coming out east for this mid-year reunion - until Christmas draws us back. Gatherings like these can be an odd bird sometimes. I know many who generally loathe family events - both for their obligatory nature and potential for discord. The prospect of seeing that certain someone (or group) whose views grind against yours - makes one wish for any method to generate distance. When I was younger, I would usually seek that person's blind spot, and pray that the conversational topics remain blandly familial - rather than political or religious. Some years, there was just no way to avoid it. During college, as I was coming to understand where I stood, the tension was enough to leave the table over - which in our family was a big rift. Since that time, I've discovered the art of topical redirection usually staves of any heated debate - which thankfully, my family tends to shy away from anyway. Today looks peaceful....regardless of differing philosophies. I just wish the same could be said for everyone. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ 3.29.2002
Posted
8:34 AM
by Greg Hamilton
Been a busy week. And Easter with the folks is yet to come. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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