Today:
finish spec
train support staff at call center
quick trip to REI for gloves n' such
uwajamya for food for trip.


get the fuck out of dodge.

last night:
freak out
put pile of left over garage sale stuff in storage
shopping
laundry
quick trip to West Seattle


smackity smack.
ready to check out and not come back for a while.
i guess 3 days on the water will have to do for now.

ok. great weekend. very nice visit from ms. hillman that i didn't want to end. sweet saturday sail with nate, linda and russ... here are some pictures.

frustrated coming back to work. big fat document to rework and revise. praise the little baby jesus that this is a two day work week, with the fin of my semaine taken up by kayaking around the san juans w/ ms. kadri. can't hardly wait. work pales in comparison to the thought of being on the water.

throwing muses keeping me company. old stuff. In a Doghouse tasty. Kristin Hersh has always made me feel a little weak in the knees and the feeling has not diminished since I saw her play in Portland in 1988.

back to the spec.

sunday morning.
garage sale day.
too much to do in 50 minutes.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20)

Week of September 20, 2001

Road crews have been reinventing the main artery through my hometown. Bored senseless as I inch along in my car, I give my fantasy life ample play. Cranky- looking workers in ratty T-shirts are actually bodhisattvas in disguise. Vats of smoking asphalt become alchemical cauldrons cooking up a magical paving material that will sweeten the thoughts of everyone who passes over the new road surface. Today I got a fresh inspiration as I contemplated the "Bump Ahead" signs, which warn of upcoming protuberances. What if there were a psychic equivalent? What if God gave us a "Bump Ahead" sign any time we were approaching a gnarly knob in the path ahead, prompting us to slow down and relax? If He could do it, He'd do it for you soon.

“What’s the use of sending a $2 million missile into a $10 tent to hit a camel in the butt?” Bush said during a private meeting with members of Congress last week, according to aides.

geez, he's so dreamy.

hey,
early a.m.. was gonna write this thing at 3:50 when i woke up... but i forced myself to do dishes and clean the kitchen instead. it is like the wise molly martell once said to me "if you build it, they will come".

excited to start my day. poor UI on the 1991 pontiac sunbird cause me to bang the on switch for the parking lights upon my exit of the vehicle. i am once again without power, so am back to my bus riding self. I could get a jump i suppose, it is a phone call away, but i got other things on my mind. oh yes. the funny thing is I may leave the battery dead till friday. just for shits and grins. reading on the bus is really nice.

i am going through my possessions and culling. i am pretty seriously thinking about this boat thing (living on board) and have to do some minimizing. kind of crazy and foreign. but an interesting exercise. wondering maybe if i am looking for an escape pod. might be. this day and age really requires one.

did i mention the fine fine time i had in portland? no? well i did. transpuget race got cancelled due to fog and after 2 hours of sitting in peasoup lazily circling the committee boat we tossed in the towel. anticlimatic, but fine by me. i raced my little booty down to p-town for linda's bday celebration. met some lovely friends, saw tia in drag (mmm) and stayed abed all sunday morning recovering. limped home
listening to books on tape version of the hobbit read with crappy accents. this thing had to have been made in the 80s. have i mentioned that i love cassette tapes. it is a new discovery that came along with the car. i threw away all of my cassettes in 1990 when i got my first cd player, they briefly came back into my life in 93+94 when i was cruising in the volvo, but out again when i went carless. i love them again. i love them a quarter apiece at garage sales, i love sign o the times, i love early l l cool j.

just went through books and cds. getting rid of 2 big boxes of books and a large shopping bag full of cds. anyone interested? come visit me because i am not going to list them...but believe me there are some jems.... and some crap. Garage sale this weekend perhaps. coordinating with carrieg and mr. nate.

dr. appt this afternoon. guts hating global distress. translates into fucked up sleep patterns and mal-digestion. my kingdom for powers over my intestines. not to be i am afraid.

i am doing better. i have turned off the television and hope for peaceful means oh... and i voted.

stayed home from work yesterday.
hid behind drawn shades. tried to write spec. but work is insignificant in the face of everything else.

had a couple drinks with bill, then couldn't sleep.
very early morning reading with duck curled up.

still feeling pretty much the same way. baffled. grief. terribly terribly sad.
i don't think i can be very coherent or clever about it. it is the ultimate
little boy going into school with a gun.

no words, only tears.

TAURUS (April 20-May 20)

Week of September 6, 2001

If I were king of the world, I'd banish the archetype of the tormented genius. I'd discourage journalists and biographers from glamorizing the lives of depressed jerks who make great art. Whenever a writer or musician announced that he felt most inspired when miserable, I would unleash the Official Royal Yawn. Unfortunately, I probably won't be king of the world any time soon, so I'll have to pursue a more grassroots approach. Will you Tauruses please help me? You're currently immersed in the most smoothly fertile time of your astrological cycle, so it should come natural. Our patron saint will be singer-songwriter P.J. Harvey. She says: "When I'm contented, I'm more open to receiving a lot of inspiration. I'm most creative when I feel safe and happy."