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Frozen January 7, 2014

Posted by The Typist in cryptical envelopment, New Orleans, The Narrative, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
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It’s a blindingly cold morning in New Orleans, the light through my north facing window glaringly, unflinchingly cheerful and blue. I should be showered by now with all I have to do today but I am still in the luxury phase of unemployment. I woke before my alarm, but have done nothing but squander time on the Internet. To my credit, I read one good story on TheRumpus.net. And had this thought, squinting out the window: it is snow-blind bright, but there is no snow. There is something unquantifiable about the light of cold mornings, the beckoning freshness of it and the repellant glare.

None of the clocks in my house tick. I think if I had one, even the subtle whump of a classroom clock second hand you only hear when taking standardized tests, it might help. Endless time on your hands can quickly become no-time, a distinctly un-Zen zeroness. Do something: flip a switch, make a noise, take in the garbage can and feel the cold on my toes: anything but the well-worn, work-a-day path from the keyboard to the coffee pot and back. Don’t light another cigarette. Light a fuse. Run like hell.

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1. Rachel Dangermond - January 7, 2014

I just got an offer to fund Luchadoras in Mexico but I spent all my available funds on the heating repair guy who finally got the thermostat to go from 52 degrees in here to 64 and climbing. My toes have not thawed and I’m taking lots of hot showers. What’s interesting is that in cutting my addiction to FB I’ve logged two to three “extra” hours a day. Sort of amazing and yet I itch to go on there and read banalities. Addictions are hard to break. Happy Carnival. This year will be a good year – I predict!

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The Typist - January 8, 2014

Do you get a free mask?

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2. Susanna - January 8, 2014

I know the temperature is higher today, but somehow I’m still freezing and can’t warm up. My house and my work-building were both built around the same time (late ’30s), and I guess the wind finds its way in there. have a good week, sp

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