L.A. sky, shot by Myra Lambino-Ramos, at 8 am yesterday.
(out for a run or sumthin’, what else! can feel a hint of cramps comin’ but, not this minute, they’re scheduled Monday afternoon … nuthin’ better than sun and air on a cool mornin’! — Well….if you’re the Phivolcs director, you’ll have to be givin’ an interview again on earthquakes this early mornin’, it’s always reassurin’ to hear from an expert: the West Valley fault will move, but not this minute, it’s scheduled to heave a little after now and two hundred years from now. Howcome fortunetellers and doomsdaysayers give exact dates when it comes to the end of the world, there’d been several, but not scientists (except for the four billion years that scientists calculate the sun is scheduled to combust, four billion years is a good schedule)…be ALWAYS disaster-prepared, don’t live in fear, eat well, breathe slow, love most, live in color. )
ran the usual 5k before the lucky color came out, i don’t know what it is for today, i wore a grey-blue shirt with small navy- blue letter prints and white piping early morning; now i’m wearing a grey tank with tiny navy- blue flower prints on a small square white background on the chest and a small grey skirt with tiny black dots…i saw a friend during the run going the other direction — the most brilliant lawyer in the world, but i was out of breath and just said Hey! —
checking papers and writing two more exams, will not stop until done — i cannot be talked to or reasoned with… “a machine, a robot, with human tissue grown over its mechanical skeleton. Indistinguishable from humans… It has been programmed to kill you, it cannot be reasoned with, negotiated with, or bargained with, and it absolutely will not stop until you are dead.” (until the job is done)(“The Terminator”)
