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watching the clothes go 'round

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

Well it must be Saturday, I've accomplished little other than laundry.

That's not true, I taught myself another way in which my PHP skills are hopeless out of date. While looking into the performance and security benefits of bind variables for PHP I discovered that there was a "new" (as of 200mumble) replacement for the shoddy old system calls I've been using all this time.

I also went to Markham with Geoff for lunch. Seems a long way to go, but a) it was good and b) I noticed that the restaurant was in exactly the same small strip mall where years ago Charlie and I used to occasionally go for BBQ Korean. Small world. Geoff and I talked about conspiracy theories and the direction that the world seems to be going.

Rain came and went as afternoon led to evening, and when it had relented (or so I thought) I went back out to the jazz festival. There may have been twenty thousand people on the full length of the festival. The mood was a bit edgier, and at one point (after a brief confrontation with some roadies who were trying to block the sidewalk) I had the certain impression that someone was approaching me, trying to catch up. And I was right; but he just wanted to congratulate me on winning through the roadies and went his way. Still, an odd sensation: I knew someone was coming, but can't say how.

On a different note, I ran into both of the people from my building who aren't currently enjoying trips to different counties. With one I commiserated about a dead child's pet. With the other I chatted about the difference between the night time crowd and the day time crowd at the festival: apparently the real jazz all happens in the day. I wonder why, I wouldn't have guessed.