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I just saw the funniest thing. There was guy here kicking a soccer ball around near Sheeps Meadow, and he suddenly held his back like he was having a spasm... not that that's funny, but it suddenly reminded me of my grandfather, and how he always went around with his left hand on his lower back, complaining about back pain... which led me to the image of my granddad kicking around a soccer ball. I laughed out loud and earned dirty looks from the soccer player.

Maybe upon reflection, it wasn't that funny after all.

So I finally got up off my ass and called Kevin Lageman's temp agency, and wouldn't you know it - true to the laws of physics - my temp agency called with an assignment that's going to last through the end of next week. Needless to say, I snapped it up. So I've got work tomorrow, which is good, but I'm not gonna be able to hang out in Central Park anymore, which is not so good. I guess I'll get along, somehow... it'll certainly be better than being penniless for another summer in New York City.

As an extra added bonus, I'm working for the Natural Resources Defense Council - yet another non-profit. As you can imagine, it's not paying at the top of the range I'm used to.

Isn't that just like an actor? Bitching when he's working, bitching when he's not.

There's a guy trying to fly a kite with his kids over in Sheeps Meadow, and it's reminding me of my Charlie Brown experience. God help me, I'm missing it.

And I just watched a group of really cute young guys playing soccer. They were joined by a couple of Central Amerindian kids who were a little pudgy and not nearly as handsome. And it seemed at first that the hot guys were allowing the plain guys to play with them so they could taunt them with their superior hot-guy skills... until the plain-looking guys rolled out their own tricks and started kicking the hot guys asses. I watched for a good half hour and laughed my ass off. By the end, they were all friends. Good for the plain guys, I say.

Maybe this whole World Cup thing is a good idea... maybe countries could solve their problems by having soccer matches? Probably not... given the way Manchester United fans tear down stadiums after a loss, it'd probably end up in violence anyway.

It's a pretty hazy day in New York City... hence the weird light in the pictures. There wasn't a whole lot of cloud cover, but whether it's the humidity in the air or just the heavy concentration of ozone or what, there's a quality to the air that's not particularly comfortable. We don't get a lot of days like this, because there are so many ocean breezes blowing over the city all the time.

I go through these phases where I think that I have absolutely nothing interesting to say... where everything that comes out of my mouth is banal and senseless. Normally this wouldln't bother me, but I've been reading back over the last few entries and noticed that they've been little more than recapitulations of what's going on in my life. While I know that I do have friends out there who read this to catch up on what's happening with me, I have to say that I generally have higher hopes for the journal than as a record of my rather boring existence.

I guess we'll see... maybe this is just a dry patch, and I've got Socratic profundity just waiting to pop out of my brain any moment now. In geologic terms, that is.