Monday, June 16, 2008
The Bookbinder |4:30 AM|
I've been seeing a woman, named Suzy, for the past month or so. She is a book conservator, which is different than a restore-er. The important difference to me between these two words is that if I say she is a conservator she has no obligation to deliver a corrective bite to the shoulder, causing me to bleet like a sheep.
She works in the UT school of information, fighting tape someone put onto a letter from Sam Houston, carelessly 50 years ago.
She hates tape.
She keeps a lungfish, is a fallen vegetarian, and is moving to Illinois in August. We ride our bikes, we laugh at this
image, make phone
ringing noises at each other and try not to dwell on the ever present countdown.
There are also logic puzzles.
You enjoy eating all of your food.
And you enjoy Brendan being at your house.
And Brendan eats all of your fruity Cheeri-os when he is at your house.
Then does it follow that you enjoy Brendan eating all of your fruity Cheeri-os?
She bites "Like a crocodile" to quote Johnny Cash.
Labels: Suzy
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