today had the makings of complete failure but i think it worked itself out, and things are good. i placed a wireless computer keyboard ona window sill and typed into the open air, occasionally looking back at the screen to correct something or to not correct something. i have never done anything with a wireless keyboard that would necessitate or require its wirelessness. in fact i generally regard wirelessness in keyboards to be pretty well useless unless you do presentations, work in a gravity-free workspace and get exercise by chasing the keyboard while typing, or otherwise need to roam the room whilst typing.

i wrote on the windowsilled keyboard for a good long stretch of time, searching for meaning in the things i see every single day but never think about. whether i reached some statement of substance is not for me to say but it always feels good to write for long periods of time. well, not always. sometimes it hurts.

i guess the warm weather days are over for the year.

what i was saying yesterday, before this $1 software ate another masterpiece, was that I had noticed the letter O, and how sweet it seemed compared to the more modern Oh. When written O Lord or O Mercy it seems more plaintive, more naked and sincere. I knew a linguist who said that a 5th or 6th definition for O was “vagina“, a definition i have never found in a reference source but about which the linguist friend was adamant. i know that the latin word “vagina“ (pronounced va-ghee-na) is defined as “sheeth“, which might make an interesting order when the cops show up to break up a knife fight: “put ‘em in the vaginas.“ i think the definition of O as vagina appears in the Story of O, a book i tried to read but which i found gray and impenetrable (haha).

but i like the letter O and how it sounds different to me than Oh.

i used to call voicemail systems for fun and amusement and accidental felonies, and the voicemail voice, usually a female, provided endless amusement when i would dial extension 10,000,000. the voicemail lady would say “extension 1 Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh Oh doesn‘t answer,“ and every time she‘d say “Oh“ i imagined she was being whipped or otherwise tormented. Extension One Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!

it is satisfying to write a letter, a letter sent via USPS or its competitors, addressed to a corporate entity which I believe produced deceptive packaging for a product I bought last week. there is no need to explicate the product or the reasons i found it misleading, and if i wanted to embarrass anyone i would just write about it in public instead of writing a letter. and these consumer complaints are part of why i keep a PO Box, for the veli of anonymity, real or not.