Saturday, June 22, 2002, 7:43 pm, Vancouver, BC
This cough depresses on. I was reasonably soundly asleep around three last night when the area erupted with the pandemonium of Korean soccer fans intent on letting on the rest of the resting world know of their elation. I am sick of soccer idiots, boom car idiots, and mindless idiots in general. When you walk along a downtown street it’s like walking in a tunnel of noise, the edges of which are populated by wretched cases of humanity covered by tattoos and pierced by pieces of metal. It used to be that one went to the carnival man to see the tattoed man or woman; now the carnival resides downtown.
Spent a portion of the day researching small businesses through Small Business Opportunities:what a piece of ill-written, superficial, ill-considered drivel. It’s 85% advertising, and 15% content, most of the latter recycled balderdash. But did also work through where next to go on the music projects.
Walked along False Creek, and back by Davie, at two; but I am ill disposed to Vancouver’s world these days. Some work, though, on poetry.
Finished reading Durant’s chapter on Aristotle yesterday evening.