Two sights from a stroll by the quarry park, the other day:

1) In the park next door, (Chinese) women were on an otherwise empty tennis court doing that synchronized line-dancing thing, and "Pomp and Circumstance" was blaring but their movements didn't quite synch with it, so I was left wondering if they were dancing to some music that I couldn't quite hear, and "Pomp and Circumstance" was actually coming from elsewhere.

2) As I walked up a slope, I noticed decaying milkweed pods, with red beetles here and there among the pod spines and de-petalled flowers.

Comment of one (Latina) tr*nny I know...

...when I bumped into her at that one trashy nightclub that I sometimes go to, and I mentioned that I was thinking of running for alderman:

"Yes," she was like, "The young ones, they don't know what they want."

. . .

(I think she misheard the word, or doesn't know what an "alderman" is.)

Random library job task:

Going through every shelving section in a region, and lifting up the too-tall spine-down books in vast series, to see if they're in the right order.

Many weren't, and after just a bit of work, my back ached.

I told a co-worker I had that job, and he was like, "Man, that is my least favorite task, that job sucks."

He then said that he sympathized with me.

An odd dream of teeth.

The other week I dreamt -

I was speaking with some kind of tooth or gum doctor, and they were showing me a black-and-white diagram of my lower jaw.

My gum tissue was deteriorating in the back and my back molars were getting pulled back, and on the right side one smaller tooth a bit farther up was being pushed out by two teeth that were too close on either side behind it, so there were small arrows on the right side of the diagram showing how that one set of teeth would be manipulated a bit backward to cover up the emerging gap, at least on the righthand bottom side of my mouth.

It mildly didn't make sense to me how it worked, but I didn't say anything to the doctor.

And then, I woke up.

. . .

Defensive reactions of some (white) (male) Trump voters in the metro Detroit area...

...that I got when visiting family there back in August, and the subject of politics came up:

1) "I wasn't for Trump so much as against Hillary."

2) "It's sad, he had some good ideas."

(Both were swing voters, and a bit embarrassed now; my mother was surprised that both seemed to vote Trump, though neither came out and right said it.)

Bike swarm.

Last month, I was biking downtown through the city's Chinatown, and I biked around (two) (tween) (Asian-American) girls on bicycles just before getting to that neighborhood, and neither had helmets on, and one had headphones on and was lacksadaisical, though it was a very busy street.

One then biked around me when I slowed down a street ahead, and then as I biked up, she turned right beneath a viaduct, and for some reason I looked back and all of a sudden I did a double-take, since there was like ten or twelve (tween) (Asian-American) kids, all on bikes and none with helmets, all turning in the same direction, including the other little girl of the first two that I had seen.

I then biked up like four or five more blocks, and I was at this crazy intersection where you have to wait a long while at the light, and there's a set aside bike lane but it's not completely blocked off from traffic and it's tough with parking and driveways in the busiest section of the city's Chinatown, and as the light turned, I started pedalling, and all of a sudden from the right off a side street there comes the entire swarm of bike kids, and they're ahead of me two and three and four deep and bleeding into the busy street, lazily but steadily pedalling along and weaving in and out and here and there roughly in the bike lane, but now and again outside of it a bit, as cars sped by.

I was mesmerized, but also worried for their safety.

Fortunately, many of them stopped off soon after, but still, they could have been killed by a stray car.

Where are their parents?  Do they know that they do this?

A dream of decay.

The other week I was dreaming -

My eyes were somewhere to the upper back left of my head like I was outside myself, and I was also in myself doing some pro-active dental hygiene.

My mouth was open like I had no upper jaw or even head, and my gums were a pale purplish bloody red and mountainous, particularly the one on the left.

I had my hand up, and was gently massaging it a bit here and a bit there towards the top, and I kept thinking to myself, that nothing would probably help.

Yet, I kept doing it.

. . .