1996/12/31

Training for a shuttle mission-interacting with the other candidates, solving problems, puzzles-only 3 slots and more people there. Move units around, work in suits. At a baseball game-I’m doing something else but play sporadically and coach. The pitcher is messing with me, I put her back on the mound-she was really close and pitching fast. I pop up. The other team hits the ball down a hill and we go look for it. I’m with some nice woman.

Daily posting-12/30/1996

Monday, blue Monday.Another week-even though Wednesday is a holiday… So what’s happened? Not a lot-Christmas at my parents-the usual slow day with them-no really awesome presents-I really didn’t ask for much. Thursday I brought dinner to Diane-she just moved into a new apartment. We went out after that-I got home late & woke up sick as a dog! I got a call Friday afternoon-ACLU’s server crashed all the way. I had to work on it all weekend-fortunately we got it mostly all back-I had to hack into the dead drives to get 2 files out-no problem. Glen was so grateful… What else? Not a lot-the usual emotional stuff I’m going through right now-I’ve gotta talk this out with her. Some interesting dreams. My life is pretty small as far as events go-no plans yet for New Year’s. No flying since a week Saturday…That’s all folks!

1996/12/30

Watching a baseball game. Some weird rundown between 1st and 2nd and home confuses the umpire and he asks me for help. The solution is obvious and I show it to him. He doesn’t get it for awhile. In another baseball game with a small ball and a very large and weird base path. I go to 3rd and hide out at 2nd. We tried the hidden ball trick and they did too. I start for home on a hard hit ball that the 3rd baseman loses in the grass.

1996/12/29

Driving on a track with 2 other people. They fall asleep. I wake them just in time. We make the turn and one cuts me off. I bitch and cut him off. He bitches, we get out of the cars and begin to fight.
In a cafeteria line.
At Los Lobos’ compound, talking with several women while they get ready for a broadcast. I’m doing my usual femme supportive thing. It starts snowing hard. Snow comes and they close the vent. They stop playing and pack up and it turns to a party with L.A. cliche metal dudes. I smoke pot with some, wander around, sleep and try to find shoes. It’s morning. I help clean up. Go outside to watch a huge bust. Take in some dishes, wash them, go out to a room, smoke more pot. We’re talking about Garcia and I tell net stories. Someone says my office was broken into and I leave-mom comes after me and I cover up something.

1996/12/28

Wandering around LB shoreline, meet mom, look for a good view.
Driving around Cleveland in a cop car. Try to get to freeway-into some parking lots/building. Start flying instead, into a dream world boundary between sleep and waking is very thin. Open and close eyes to get there. Talking to some guy about directions. I’m in bed, he drags me out to the delta. We go in with old guy and I’m buried in earth and in battle-have to throw some demoness out. Come out all ragged and a crowd is there. Al B. is talking about what he saw happen-I refuse to. I walk home down some suburban street.

1996/12/27

In Cleveland, ride bike around. More changes, meet some woman looking for a guy. Chat with her.
At a house, Blossom from TV and friend are there, we chat. In some movie. I kiss her, we walk around, tramp sand into some lady’s house. She’s pissed and vacuums-I do too.

1996/12/25

Somewhere overseas with some gifts, we’re trying to get money from someone to get food. We finally send Meg with a little girl to change money. Some soccer louts come and sit on the car as I’m trying to sleep. We move the car and buy some food. I’m trying to get rid of some magician who captured the girl. I fight with him but he keeps coming back. I try to exorcise him.

1996/12/24

Skating around outside-go in to a rink, go around, get into some presentation. Forget my skates, have to go to my locker. All sorts of people there. My locker is a mess, my bong is broken. The presentation was started-mom is pissed and drinking. Put my skates on, too late-she’s over and bitching.
At a recording studio, trying to get the right guitar sound on an intro. I wander around-lots of people there. Try things out. I look at guitars. Go to other room-dinner and a party. I wander around. Come to a room-food fight-and another. I go upstairs, down a dark narrow staircase-turn around. Find a hall-still dark-someone opens the elevator. I get in, go down with Eileen. We start hugging and having sex. I go outside and play around. Go back in-get bitched at and interrogated-throwing pens at me-I throw them back. Try to explain I never went to my room-someone got shot there.

Daily posting-12/23/1996

Hey! I’m finally doing this regularly again (I should make a habit of it…) Oh whell. So, how was my weekend??? I flew Friday afternoon (OK winds), stayed at home that night, read some. Lazed around Saturday-flew from 2 to 6 or so. The wind was great! I flew into the dark and had a blast. Talked to Diane 1ish-her life is all squared away again. I wish I could say that… Delivered a poster to my parents and went to a party that night. The usual I guess-the last party in that place…up ’til 6, good fun was had by all, I think. One of guys was a flyer!!!!! Sunday I was hung over…slept all day. Chatted with Diane late-she was working. So what’s up with all that & me? I wish I knew. I’m trying not to dwell on it too much, but it’s tough. Today’s work as usual, trying to get it all done by the end of the year-not going to happen, as I don’t have a dedicated tester.

1996/12/22

At 30700 after a trip, putting stuff away. Trying to hide the porn envelope. Mom comes in to help put a desk together. Dad comes in with gifts. In an apartment cleaning up and throwing stuff away. The lock doesn’t work-find the key and it’s OK. Go outside and they’re trying to add to the water table, but it’s coming up a dead tree. I say to chop it down. Another tree gets radically pruned.
In a bus, running into cars and flipping over. Finally get the bus stopped and the cops are there. Walking around looking at wild animals-stalking cats, etc. Get chased by a wolf. Go back and one of them follows. We freeze and it passes.

Daily posting-12/20/1996

I finally am getting around to this-my life, and time is slipping like sand or water through my hands….

What to write about since September??? Quite a bit has happened, but in many respects, nothing at all has happened. Such is my life… Here’s what’s up in a factual list (this is culled from memories and journal entries): I got my kitchen, bathroom, trim and couches done, put up some pictures, got a new TV, took my bookshelf out of the living room, got rid of a bunch of books and stuff, cleaned up closets, etc.-the place looks nice. Worked out for a while, stopped, flew my kite regularly for a while, stopped (went flying Tues.-I felt much better afterwards). Went to a kite convention in Oct.-the wind sucked, but good to see all those flyers. Played in the UCLA gamelan again this fall-good, but I got moved to Kedjar from Djegong-I’m still learning to be the metronome for the orchestra…It’s tough-you’re out front, and everyone knows when you screw up… Haven’t been to the Blue Cafe in a while-maybe Sunday… I have a huge crush on a close friend of mine-I talk to her all the time-it’s really tough when you know they don’t share the feelings…I could go on, but I won’t. Visited my sister in St.Louis over Thanksgiving-nice, but cold-her baby son is darling. Saw’em again this Tuesday when they were out for her husband’s residency interviews. Went to a party/pottery sale of a business friend-nice Xmas presents-nice to socialize with somebody other than Diane & friends (not that I don’t like that …;-) Got my Christmas cards out-received several too-Eileen is living in Santa Barbara with her boyfriend-I also went through all my old correspondence and pictures-strange-I’m thinking about looking up one of those old friends-I’m also remembering some of that era-my sister found and returned an old Christmas present that was one of the really bad memories. Big ‘ol set of stuff, huh?

I’ve been having some interesting dreams, I remember more of them. I also am having some stuff of a more esoteric nature happening-basically my telepathy is improving…In some respects this is a bad thing. I’m also going through a lot of mental and emotional turmoil-this crush has affected me deeply. I live a very isolated life-I see only a few people and most of my time is spent at home-this certainly has its effect, too. I’m playing my guitar more now-my rhythm has improved a lot since moving to Kedjar-I’m thinking of starting a band… Another party tomorrow (Sat.)-I hope I don’t do what I did last Saturday…Eeeek.

That’s it! Exciting, eh? Yeah, right… Oh well, what can I say?

1996/12/20

Just got a motorcycle-driving around. Doing OK. Go for a hill and a turn-blow it and the gear changes. Have to pedal past some cute girls speaking French. See dad and go up to an office. I sit around them leave.
Walking aroundwith mom and sis to go shop. It starts raining hard. Take shelter-not working, they leave, I find better shelter. It stops-I keep walking. End up in a hall registering for classes at Miami. Walk around looking for a catalog and with U.S. guys and teachers.

1996/12/19

In Chicago. Everybody is mean to each other as I’m walking around. I look and weird flying things are contaminating the air. I try to filter and get out of town but they descend. I go inside and try to shut them out and kill intruders. People are acting silly.
In Mexico City with dad. At a party or restaurant walking around showing off my Newton and explaining how it works. We leave and 2 girls want a ride. Dad’s drunk and I say I’m driving as he screws up driving. The girls are going to Cancun.

1996/12/18

I’m a cop wandering around the mall-up and down the stairs, through the restaurant-take on and off my uniform. Go back through the apartment area with someone.
At an office with dad and others. Walk around another office and some guy isn’t there yet. With a woman looking for a band-aid. She faints and comes back.
At a ranch demoing a defanged dinosaur robot. I try to climb some fake tree stump. A chained alligator comes after us as we go inside.

1996/12/17

Taking an IQ test with a bunch of others. Get distracted, finish and chat with the teacher (Janet G) about the essay questions and stuff. We’re going through the old school stuff and she gives me what’s in her files. She wonders why I didn’t get into sculpture-says I’m crazy about science. I didn’t have much school souvenirs because I culled them ruthlessly. Find an old camera with film in it. Go through folders and put my address on one (30700) for her.

1996/12/16

Skiing in Colorado-some small hill. Go to some lot, read about some historical project. Sleep, get up and talk to some guy, go find mom. Guy tells me of some car auction-I have no money.
At the beach-a kite festival in the future, read, comment, smoke, walk up the beach. All sorts of funky watercraft. Get to the end, get wet, turn around.
At a golf course, try to get a lesson. The guy is clueless. Swing around, guys harass me while I’m swinging.

1996/12/15

At 30700, looking at planes passing, one comes low and slow and crashes. I run but too much debris. I call 911 but they’re closed.
At US walking around. See some old college friends while trying to visit Doc Thomas. Walking up some hill-get a bunch of bud and transfer it into a new baggie.

1996/12/11

Flying-follow x-files leads. Flying lessons, look for an airport. Go to military-they see a mole or a UFO sighting. Follow, Superman shows up, tries to pick my pocket. I set down, get attacked by a dog, can’t fly now.

1996/12/10

Dad is driving a bus. A pretty blond girl on a bike gets cut off by him. I help her hang on and get in the bus. We hit it off and go under a tree-messy. We go back to the house and look at pictures. I meet her grandfather and we make plans to get lunch at an expensive place-she’s rich-Susan is freaking about it. We get ready to use my computer. She has to go back. I walk out on the beach for a bit-it’s windy and I think about kiteflying.
At PIC-I’m working for them. Working on the server-wouldn’t start. Take it apart-no go. All PC’s on the circuit don’t work. I clean up a Mac and SE. Start the server-OK, but not on the net and the backup is giving errors.