The surface of the lake this morning was flat but rippled. It reminded me of the frosted glass they use for showers and bathroom windows. All the reflections were clear of color but blurred. I wonder if the fish can feel the difference between a day like today and a day when the lake is smooth like mirror glass. Maybe a wavy day for fish is like a windy day for birds. I really don't know.
The dude beside me at the coffee shop won't shut up, which would be okay were he not an idiot. Regarding Mexican immigrants, he loudly declares, "Don't give me that, 'We were here before you were' crap! Everyone knows 98% of the Mexican natives were wiped out by disease. Those people are just Spaniards! My ancestors were in New York as early as theirs were in Mexico!" My God, you are an idiot. How can you look at these short, dark-skinned Mexican natives and think you're looking at Europeans? How stupid are you? Have you ever seen Spanish people, stupid? But he's moved on to another article in the paper. "What pisses me off," he says, "is that the FBI is wasting MY money looking for some dead guy when there are fucking TERRORISTS out there!" I have no idea what he's talking about, but I wish I could turn up my music louder without damaging my ears. Please, Modest Mouse, drown this guy out.
It's a wavy day here in the coffee shop. All the worldviews are blurred.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
