things and stuff
Jun. 5th, 2007 08:49 amOne of the nice things about the drive to and from campus is that I can get WRNR (103.1) nearly the entire way. Yesterday evening, the long familiar voice of Bob Waugh was in my ear, and then they played the Violent Femmes' "Kiss Off". It could have been 1989. It almost was.
In moments like those, the veil between memory and future seems achingly translucent.
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On the way in to school yesterday, I was mostly just cruising along- the opening bars to something prompted me to glance down and turn the volume up. When I looked up, I was staring down the barrel of a radar gun. I looked over at the speed limit sign. 25.
Fuck.
The cop strode out into the street, and pointed at the side of the road. Now, pretty much as soon as my glance registered someone on the side of the road, I'd already hit the brakes. The car next to me was still sailing on a good clip faster, and was a bit ahead. But from the broad gestures it was really impossible to tell which of us he wanted to pull over- my money was on both. I sighed, and put my signal on, and moved over behind the other car. I wasn't about to pull the "I thought you meant the other guy!" routine, which it seemed the car in front of me was thinking about. I just slowed down and waited for him to tell us where to go. He directed the car in front onto a side street. He then looked at me, paused a second, and just made a "eh, continue" wave with his hand.
Clearly I've just wiped my luck account clean of discretionary funds for a while. Though I am amused that his algorithm seemed to be to pull over the person who tried to avoid it the longest. I have no doubt that if I'd stayed in the left lane he would have strode right out in front of me and let the other person go.
In moments like those, the veil between memory and future seems achingly translucent.
...
On the way in to school yesterday, I was mostly just cruising along- the opening bars to something prompted me to glance down and turn the volume up. When I looked up, I was staring down the barrel of a radar gun. I looked over at the speed limit sign. 25.
Fuck.
The cop strode out into the street, and pointed at the side of the road. Now, pretty much as soon as my glance registered someone on the side of the road, I'd already hit the brakes. The car next to me was still sailing on a good clip faster, and was a bit ahead. But from the broad gestures it was really impossible to tell which of us he wanted to pull over- my money was on both. I sighed, and put my signal on, and moved over behind the other car. I wasn't about to pull the "I thought you meant the other guy!" routine, which it seemed the car in front of me was thinking about. I just slowed down and waited for him to tell us where to go. He directed the car in front onto a side street. He then looked at me, paused a second, and just made a "eh, continue" wave with his hand.
Clearly I've just wiped my luck account clean of discretionary funds for a while. Though I am amused that his algorithm seemed to be to pull over the person who tried to avoid it the longest. I have no doubt that if I'd stayed in the left lane he would have strode right out in front of me and let the other person go.