Daily posting-7/2/2008

5:28 pm-Time to go home-paid bills, trying to wrap up the CR-queries are sloooow. Last night-mail, Fry’s, home. Kids to bed, computing, sleep. Up late, to work-found 2 errors in stuff we released. Meeting, plans, work.

2008/7/2

Looking at houses-walk through this huge house with a gigantic backyard. 189K. It’s in some small town just north of Salem. I think about telling E about it.
Go into some living room, sit down on a chemical toilet in the middle of the room-some stranger walks through the door.

Daily posting-7/1/2008

3:45 pm-Taking a quick break from work-we got the big project finished, with only my reports outstanding. I finished it, but not with enough time to test. Oh well. Recap: Friday-home, kids, bed. Saturday-laze, much yard work, killed myself, shower, play bed. It was HOT. Sunday-no church, more yard work, rain. Monday-didn’t want to get up, work, home, fixed Matt’s bike. Erika got a dresser for the boys, airbeds, a mattress. Her mom is coming tomorrow. I have the pager this week, but it didn’t go off last night. I hope this keeps up-04Th of July weekend. My boss quit.

2008/6/30

Driving down some street-it’s blocked off-have to turn around. See Fripp walking. Stop at a bar-they’re chugging wine-show them the vortex trick.
In some big room-there are planets hanging from the ceiling-I try to arrange them accurately. There’s a band playing-it’s like some starship in the future.

2008/6/28

On a bus in SoCal-going the wrong way towards Newport Beach-watch an asian guy on a scooter get chased by a cherokee & escape through a street with blocks. Continue on, bus turns and I get off.

Daily posting-6/26/2008

4:07 pm-Ending another day-getting pushed into doing all sorts of other things other than the massive ugliness I need to fix. No matter. I’ll get there. I have the pager next week. Whoopee. OK, so not much-work, home. I wacked some brush yesterday and was blinded by allergies afterwards. Boys have bikes, Matt’s needs fixing.

2008/6/26

In some apartment, getting ready to go back to college. Mom is worrying about money, and I’m saying that I’ve been through this before so it’s no problem-I look at the price charts and it’s reasonable. I’m going to take architecture.

Daily posting-6/24/2008

5:40 pm-Another work day done-got pushed on a small change, revisiting the huge slog I did yesterday, plus messes with the one I was working on right now. uck. Not much last night, went to storage & got boxes, music stuff and the machete & sports stuff. Dinner, kids to bed, cleanup, TV, water plants. Up today, breakfast, kids, drive, work, lunch, more work, and now I’m here. Hopefully I’ll get this nasty report ugliness done tomorrow.

Daily posting-6/23/2008

3:18 pm-Monday-unit testing this huge slog program. Friday-slog, run to get mail, bank, *$, home, bed. Sat-clean, move stuff into the house, arrange boxes, water, go to the creek. Sun, church, got tomato plants, shop, home, trim the hedge, more moving, set up studio. I got the 8-track recorder, it’s about the same size as my 4-track one. Today, up, work. Going to get some more stuff from storage-machete for cutting a path to the creek…

View from the family room

6/19/8

2008/6/23

At Laguna Beach church, they’re having a music thing. My guitar is in its case, but I have no amp. Several other people are playing. One of the older people is pounding on my library table and marking it up.

Daily posting-6/19/8

6:04 pm-taking a break from the huge slog I’m on. So, yesterday, get the mail, home, set up DSL, kids, dinner, bed, up, eat, work, drive back to sign my life away for private school, back, work, lunch. Check out the spiffy pics of our new house.

Daily posting-6/18/2008

4:06 pm-Back from late lunch-had to present at the meeting today, so no time to eat before. So, home-bad traffic, no mail or storage, hang out, Erika shopped, to bed, up, eat, work. Pictures to come, DSL to come, essays to come.

Page 23, Sentence 5: “Boys often need us to show them that it’s okay to go into the cave and it’s essential that the boy feel good about coming out of the cave, (and we’ll be waiting) to be reaccepted and refined by his insights.” The Wonder of Boys

2008/6/18

In some store, there a zillion people coming to the store to get us, we shut the doors and hide. They come closer, there are these huge pulses of light and I’m sliding down and flying up.