Photos to match the Phurniture.

A friend of mine's daughter has been steadily getting her photographs into better and better exhibitions, and this past year she got some of her series of pictures of pockets turned inside out into a pretty good New York gallery. When my friend dropped in after the opening on just a normal day, there was this New York society lady in there, pretty old and white and withered and in a fur, and she stopped in front of one of my friend's daughter's pictures and said over her shoulder to the toadie from the gallery who was following her around, "I'd like that one; it would look lovely next to my Mapplethorpe."

Dreams -- Train, Not Gypsies, Celebrity.

I talked with my one friend from Health and Human Services who I went to the Super Tuesday Obama event with. That night, since she had been reading a short story or a novel or something about a circus train and all the people who live on it and work for the circus, she said that she dreamt that everyone we went with lived together on a train, only it was an Obama train and we all worked for Obama.

Last night I dreamt I was with a man and a woman and two small children walking down the side of a road, and the woman played violin so we all could eat. At some point we were all on horseback, and dogs attacked. You would think the people were Gypsies, but in my dream, they weren't.

Later I dreamt it was mid-afternoon I was coming out of a lounge-y type nightclub place in California into a parking garage that opened out onto the street, and I ran into Alyson Hannigan, who was coming into the place with a friend and looked tired but gracefully shook my hand when I told her how much I loved her in Buffy and "How I Met Your Mother", the last of which I've never seen, but which I said since I didn't want to seem like a one-sided freak-ish Buffy fan. Immediately after we parted, I realized I should have mentioned American Pie, too, so it would seem like I really knew her career.

Obama / Legs / Curtains.

On Tuesday after a reception downtown for the 80th birthday of a prominent prof at school, me and a few other grad students decided to head to Obama headquarters nearby to see if we could sneak in for his Super Tuesday speech, since we were so well-dressed. We did -- me and my friend who has a fed job this year got in by going to the press entrance, and when they asked her if she was with the press, she flashed her federal ID and was like, "No, I'm with Health and Human Services," and at the next gate, when they asked her if she had a ticket, she flashed her idea again and was like, "No, I'm with Health and Human Services," and I just talked with her the entire time and did jackshit, and got in on her coat-tails -- and so we spent all night drinking gin-and-tonics and watching results come in. Obama's speech was fun, and on the way out, we passed by these couple young black women supporters who had just found their friends and were like, "We were standing by Cornell West all night!", and since we were stalled by the crowds right in the middle of the conversation, I was like, "Really? We were by Jesse Jackson!", and the one young woman gave me a dirty look snorted and was like, "Hmmph, who cares, Cornell West is an intellectual."

Yesterday my one undergrad friend at the library desk said that she felt like she had been riding a horse all morning, since she had done a lower body workout emphasizing her inner thighs yesterday at the gym with a friend and now she was really sore. "That sucks," I was like, and she was like, "Yeah, but I can now crush a man between my legs."

My opaque white shower curtains are mildew-y, and so I'm thinking of replacing them with clear ones so I don't have any mildew and so the light from the window on the other side of the shower can better come in without me having to open the shower curtains, but I'm afraid that when I have people over, they'll go to my bathroom and be like, "Oh my, he has clear shower curtains."

Snot.

Yesterday night when I was waiting with friends at a bus stop, I hacked back some snot, and suddenly I felt as if I was choking on something soft, as a huge hunk of snot went back from my nasal cavity into the back of my throat, though as soon as it passed through it got better, and I then spat it out a few feet onto the pavement. The hunk of snot was massive, and even though it was lightly raining out and there was water streaming over the pavement, it somehow got adhered to the pebbles and shit embedded in the pavement, and just stayed there in the middle of all the water, and quivered. I would say it was about two inches by one inch by like a quarter inch thick, and a thick white color. I was impressed.

This morning, too, I blew out a huge yellow streak of snot into my sink, from using my neti pot.

Falling Asleep / Keyboard.

Yesterday when I was dozing off, I heard near my head a scuttling and a whir, like a large insect beating its wings, almost like a gigantic cockroach. I jumped up, but there was nothing there. Was it in my head?

When I sat down at a public computer terminal at school just now, there was a long hair stuck in the keyboard.

Am getting neurotic about flossing.

I've been getting neurotic about flossing, like last week when I was drifting off to sleep and woke up suddenly because I remembered I hadn't flossed, or when I come home a little tipsy and don't floss per my New Year's resolution. It's funny, I've never flossed before and so shit stuck in my teeth had never bothered me, but now that I think about it and am in the habit, it's bothering me big time, though that one night when I woke up and remembered I hadn't flossed, I made a point of not getting out of bed and flossing, since that'd just be OCD or neurotic or obsessive or something.

Handicapped industries etc.

On Friday when I was hanging out with that one rowdy Australian episcopal priest and some other people, that one rowdy Australian episcopal priest was talking about one time when he was in Australia a retarded parishioner invited him to her workplace, and he ended up going there to visit her one day since she was so stoked about it. She showed him the box-making line, and then the line where they put aluminum foil on those cardboard pieces you put cakes on, and then the place where everyone unpacks huge crates of dog food and puts them into smaller boxes, and then the line where they put into cases those bullets that are used in the machine guns that are strapped onto the sides of helicopters.

Someone else was saying that at Michigan State University a few years ago, they started closing the library on Saturdays during home football games because everyone would stop through there to use the restrooms, and the library staff was getting sick of cleaning up the puke from people who had been tailgating a little bit too hard.

Also, a friend and her fiance were saying that they went out to this forest preserve to go snowshoeing on Saturday, and they noticed all these single guys in their 40s and 50s in big SUVs and minivans and other family-type cars in the parking lot, but no one was getting out to do outdoors-y things, and then when they came back, there were more guys of the same type in similar cars still there parked or circling the parking lot, and still no one was getting out to go do outdoors-y things, and all of a sudden they turned to each other and were like, "Oh, this must be a *cruising* area!"