April 14th, 2004

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I called National City trying to find out why I couldn't use the debit card attached to my checking account as a credit card, and (a) I had to wait on hold for hardly any time at all and (b) they simply fixed the problem immediately and thanks to the fact that it was an online bill payment that was the reason I knew there was a problem, I could check that it was fixed immediately as well. I hate phones somewhat less now.
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I dipped into the random-paper-covered cache of books lent to me by various people again. Came up with Italo Calvino's "Le Città Invisibili", which denorae gave me some time ago. Didn't take too long to get through its 165 pages. It's a gem. Sometimes a bit heavy-handed with the philosophizing, but it's full of vitality and charmingly borgesian mysteries. William Weaver's translating skillz are to be praised, too. I had forgotten that english text could sound so rawly beatuiful.
beartato phd

...inspected, detected, infected, neglected and rejected...

I guess I need to do my taxes tomorrow. Woo, putting things off to the last minute.

Got some snacks at the grocery store, and failed in my non-book-buying resolve at B&N.

Just walking to squirrel hill in nice weather always improves my mood a bit. Something about feeling anonymously hidden among trees and houses and side-streets, being relaxed and unhurried, far away (mentally if not geographically) from places that make me think of work.