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I got myself this keyboard so that I would enjoy typing more & it has worked. I really like typing, and I guess writing. Heck, more than guess.

So. Here's a recap of a conversation from yesterday: I'm on the bus & my neighbor who's a womens' studies professor at the university down the street sits by me. She gets on at a stop after me & the day before- this is thursday, it snowed a lot & when we got off the bus, yet a third neighbor - this is someone who lives in our building - with us - fell as she was getting off and we stuck around to help her get up while an unhelpful dusthead on the bus got really agitated & tried to be helpful by chanting addledly that 'she fine, she fine she fine!' But she wasn't & me and women's (not sure where the apostrophe goes there) prof & I walk her back to the building. I'm strong but too tall to lean on properly? Too scary/weird? I get more self-conscious than usual because I've been getting really self-conscious lately. Being kind of rumpled, kind of irritated, old? Dirty - working-man. I'm getting caught up in the look/feel of being really, really working class & all kind of dusty & broke to go with it. Which is weird because I'm a database administrator? but at a factory. A dirty one. I gotta stop wearing clothes with the company logo, but these fleece lined hoodies... So nice in the winter. And my house is a wreck, because I can't afford the lady to come & clean for a while, because of christmas. Also my father is dying & it's horrible & I think about it most days without wanting to.

Anyhow Lisa sits next to me and we get to talking - I 'm curious about the reactionary scene on campus - she's a little older than me but not so much that we can't reminisce about the 90's and how nowadays - the people are embattled but back then they were altogether marginalized- the targets of white-supremacist antagonism I mean. When I was a boy gay people were used as a punchline to jokes & stuff, and now people telling those jokes feel like they're in trouble & are. That's a big reversal but it doesn't feel like one all the time. But she's more circumspect & talks about how the older ladies need to be talked down from being hard-bitten & dismissive of the young girls who are traumatized by aggression that these older women had to tolerate as an ordinary part of their day. Anyhow - the point of it is that I like talking to her because she's smart - fancy professor & everything but I hold my own & am smart & then she reveals what book she's writing now & I am... Well shit, I wrote a lot of books! Anyhow, I keep[ that quiet, my whole thing - I'm secretive (not humble - I'm too screwed up & insecure to be properly humble) and...

I dunno - I go to my dingy apartment, through the banged up door and turn on the lights & see the painting I've made, think a little about how I can hold my own & do myself proud in conversations about linguistics & classics.

I told Julie I was giving up trying to date people because I don't think I have anything to offer - but she said that if she met me, she'd think I was the complete package. Maybe I'd think that too. Of course, I can bear rejection & walk away without a fight or a word - which is the kind of thing that'll keep you single? Also solitary. But I think about that. That I'm pretty good & worthy.

I go in my dingy house & I think - This is Where Something Great is Secretly Happening. And I get on my fancy keyboard & try to make it happen.