Getting in bed with Judy B., I want to play, she wants to sleep. I get up and walk around the bedroom.
July 7th, 2018
Walking to class, trying to find the building. Get there, and Trump keeps touching me. I beat up him and Putin. I go to theregistrar to get my schedule. I have Trump for 2 classes, and the woman says I need to apologize before I go into class. I say no way.
Walking through the house. Go to the front door and there are cobwebs everywhere. I open the door and a spider covered in webs scurries in and through the dining room to the kitchen. I walk in and it scurries back out the door.
July 3rd, 2018
Getting in a van to go somewhere. Hard to get our stuff arranged and seats. Someone tells me I have to go home (30700) because it’s flooding. Get there and they’re arranging sandbags. I look and there are gaps. Think about where the sandbags need to go.
Independence day??? From what? Tyranny? aargh.
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Monday, after a very busy weekend. I’m super tired/fatigued. Friday-home, w/o, dinner, bed. Packed the car for Pride. Got up after E and M left, S and I had breakfast and I started a load of laundry. Left, bus, train, walked to the side entrance, guard wouldn’t let us in. Around the front, had to drink my coffee quick. In, sat around, talking to people, telling families about the changing table, watching the freak parade. It rained a little later, then pack up, Whole Bowl, Goodwill, home, dinner, bed. Up, church, back downtown, S marched with Rev. J from church, it just got hotter and hotter, then a storm blew in. They called it, we packed up in a hurry and get everything to the car before it started raining. E fell on her face, but was OK, TJ’s, home, dinner, bed.
Up Monday morning, so, so tired, dozed on the bus/train/bus. Tough to get moving. Got stuff done, but flailing. Home, didn’t sleep on the way-well, maybe a little. Dinner, laze, watch ninja warrior, bed-so hot, used S’s cooling thing. Up, feeling better.
Thursday afternoon. Got a big change jumped on. meh. Gamelan was good-getting more comfortable on peking. E & M got the air conditioners installed, but it didn’t help much last night. And E made me take the bedroom one out, and water got everywhere. Friday, just did the money check, and we’re underwater. Not broke, but more needs to go out than is coming in. This means walking a tightrope until July 6th. I dislike the lack of $$$ intensely-dream about having enough to not have to constantly worry-and it’s just going to get worse. I dread that day.
And it’s Thursday-I haven’t wanted to do this-just listless and not interested in anything. I did work out Tuesday after blowing off Sunday-the AC wasn’t right and it was hot-did a less effortful run and weights at min reps.
And now it’s the 4th. Working from home this week. Got the tablet up. Dentist yesterday-took the bus & picked up S from theater camp at PWS. Been running on the street because the gym A/C is out. Weekend-don’t remember-church, E is redoing S’s room-tossed the bunk bed and all her stuff is scattered everywhere. House is clean otherwise…
Links. brighter side: Helping out, baby goat visits, Gryffindor kittens Not so bright: everything else.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “They’re made to stand up to punishment.”, The Martian
June 27th, 2018
At U.S. for a thing. Walk through the new section, and into a bar/casino/game room. Al B is there and we go to the bar to get drinks.
June 19th, 2018
Going to Billy Crystal’s memorial at US, but he wants to be there too. Walk through the halls.
Wading in a stream with lots of insects, mold is all over our legs, Marin’s Sirtis has some that’s like a pretty tattoo that she wants.
Super windy, get our kite gear, get ready to go, pack the truck.
June 18th, 2018
Going down a river, looking back, see orange lights behind the hills. Know it’s radiation and feel it. Go inside and it’s less. Hope we get away before it gets worse. Get off the boat and walk around some buildings.
Working on fixing a display thing. Some guy comes and starts taking it apart.
June 16th, 2018
Going to ride a train car on an unused track. Go to the end and walk back. Get scared and leave.
Going to the dentist. Pack my jacket with stuff. Bob H is complaining about the slow service. I say that a good programmer can fix it. It’s the ivr, so I say to restart it, and that works.
June 15th, 2018
Help a homeless guy across the road and set him down. Say something about reducing attachment.
At work next to Al. Take my shoes off, smelly, put back on, close games and porn on my computer.
Leave a bar as a band is setting up. Get in my car and drive up, turn around, go the other way, too steep, turn around again.
Pattern holding, part deux, plus working over break.
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I have no idea if more words can help our nation-“The old writer couldn’t write anymore because he had reached the end of words, the end of what can be done with words. And then?” William S. Burroughs, The Western Lands. I love the Material version of this… I guess you go beyond words. The essential problem with that is one I’ve outlined elsewhere, this sort of stuff is really only done best face-to-face, and a blog just doesn’t cut it. Having said that, something has to be done. My HS classmate Bob has jumped ship-no family, so it’s possible for him. Thinking about it, though
So, it’s Monday. Weekend was meh-w/o Fri. and Sun.-I’m really pushing myself and getting minor injuries. Still minor, but I need to pay attention, because minor injuries worsen, especially as I get older and don’t heal as quickly. Sat., pretty quiet-didn’t want to do much, so I didn’t-got bathrooms clean, laundry, shopping, and that’s it. Watched John Wick 2 Sat. night-a bloodbath. Watched Dark Tower Sun. with M-less of a bloodbath-an interesting take on the novels, though-apparently the Gunslinger is stuck in a time loop, and this is the next time through, as there are significant differences between this one and the one in the novels. It got widely panned because of this, but I didn’t think it was horrendous. Also watched the new season of American Ninja Warrior. Got 2 tasks on my punch list done.
Skipped church Sun., shopped, did laundry that didn’t get folded, no vacuum. Signed a longer lease. Late in today-missed 2 buses, one was close, and missed the one home. I got a ride downtown from a co-worker, so it wasn’t so bad-though I had to run to make the bus home-one reason I’m glad I work out, running is much less of a thing. So, home, dinner, laundry, vacuum-the complex has a rule in place to vacuum once a week. Looks like I’m working over shutdown-a respite from the “week with no money”…
So Weds., w/o last night-very crowded. Did the bike because my knee hurts some, and it’s hard to push heavy leg weights when you’ve biked hard. My knee hurts less, though, so there’s that. Dinner, laundry, bed. Last day of school today. Missed my bus, got home in time to leave again. Gamelan was OK, home, dinner, laundry, bed, up today. The pattern holds.
On to Friday-Pride this weekend-don’t know how much I’ll be doing-since E started the booth, I’m a busy man that weekend. At least gamelan is next weekend, and we have some big schleps.
Links. brighter side: nothing this week. Not so bright: everything else.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “We find in Renaissance painting something of the empirical spirit that was transforming mapping.”, Voyaging in Strange Seas
June 14th, 2018
Walking into a meeting room ahead of a bunch of people. The door is almost shut and won’t open. I take my pants off and squeeze in. Open it and quickly go into a side room and close the door. Go over to the corner and start to open the hidden door. Someone is opening the other side and comes through-Bob Bertog! follows-they want to hear the deposition. I go out and walk into the kitchen. Someone I know is there and she knows the boy giving the testimony. Apparently he got abused by the defendant for years. She tells his story, then he comes running in.
June 12th, 2018
In the bedroom, going to romp with E, S com s in and says there’s someone at the door. Walk over, some woman with magazine subscriptions collecting. I say we only got the first month and the software was worthless. We agree to cancel.
Go into a living room to a retreat with only women-they have a long complicated litany and moves that they say and do and I try to keep up. Another girl doesn’t know it either-I try to follow her and fake it and she’s following me and finally she sits down and gives up. It ends and I leave looking for beer. Go to the other building, all boarded up and slide a panel open as a helicopter flies around looking in windows. I hide as I’m climbing up to the house, and it floes looking into the other house where the retreat is, then it it comes close and I wave. Go inside, it’s empty. Some guy and his son start arguing with me and there’s a rotten tomato in the corner. I leave and go to the upper section of the house.
Walking into a strip mall-ish building, my friend wants to break into the bank. I get the door open and we go in looking for the thing he wants to change. I worry about the police and flip some thing. I see a cop through a window and we leave through another door and walk up hill along a dirt path to the road.
June 11th, 2018
At home, setting up a stereo/guitar rig. I play some music through it and adjust things. Someone is upset because the music is too loud. I turn it down some and switch to something else.
June 10th, 2018
Setting up my rig in a park. Go to get another guitar from the pavilion. It starts raining and I run back with a plastic sheet for everything.
June 7th, 2018
On a bridge by a river, there are croc-like dinosaurs that are attacking. It’s like a t-Rex, the huge jaws are snapping really close to us. We avoid and escape up to the bank above the bridge. Dad tames it, and it has a ton of parasites and its scales fell off. I go up to it and start brushing off ants and crabs that are crawling everywhere.
In a bar, a guy is boasting and running around. He goes up to the bar and gets in the bartender’s face. The bartender decks him. He’s on the ground, and a cloud of smoke comes up. The credits roll through the cloud of smoke.
In a garden, we’re going to plant new stuff. I have a handful of plants to go in. Walk over to the garden, it’s full of stuff to be harvested before we can plant the new stuff. I tell Matt to pick the ripe stuff, and he pulls out celery. I tell him to cut rather than pull, as the celery will grow more. I look at the asparagus and it’s ready. Walk around some more looking for a place to plant.
The pattern holds
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So many bad things happening. Just don’t know how any of this is OK-we’re basically flushing our country down the toilet. Day by day, more stuff, gets worse and worse. So far, it’s just restricted to politics. That will likely change.
It’s a long weekend. E is still recuperating, so prolly quiet. We got out for a little while. E was super tired afterwards-she’s not getting enough nutrition. Did laundry and dishes and that’s it-no real cleaning. S is sad because no one came over to swim, so me and her went. C went to the Rose Festival with his gf, then spent Sun. and Mon at home. Church Sun., song went well, but we didn’t do the CCR piece. I want to tart it up with rock & roll, and the sheet he gave me is inadequate. Ran around, shopping, E got tired quick again, home. W/o Sat & Mon., I keep pushing-the run-walk-run I’m doing is called the “Galloway Method”, and I did it intuitively. I’m down to 45 secs each for the walk bit, which puts me at 20 minutes running over a half hour.
…and now Friday-pretty quiet-E had a Dr.’s app’t Weds., she’s lost 20ish pounds-the doc wants her to eat more. She dropped me off at work, went home and slept. We figured at gamelan that she should eat a lot of small meals rather than 3 big ones. WFH Thurs., M’s graduation ceremony, then Cracker Barrel for dinner.
W/o Friday, shop, dinner. S has a farewell party and I do too. Need to clean, laundry, etc. Well, it’s Monday. A pretty busy weekend. Got up, cleaned until it was time to go. Drove to Lake O, missed directions, finally got there, spent the afternoon in the sun. Paddled a canoe for a few minutes. Home, shower, 2nd party in a nice area in close SW. A thing. Home, sleep. No church for me, cleaned more. S haircut, home, w/o alone, dinner, bed-achy finger, so, so tired.
Up Mon., S out the door, car to shop, work, back to pick up the car, work, home, quick to the store w/S, dinner, laundry, bed. E is eating more. Up Tues. at the usual time-back to taking bus/train/train/bus. E was up early too. Easy in to work-I prefer public transit to driving-I guess it’s because I started my work life doing that in London. Home, S’s dinner, w/o-worked hard-maybe too much. Dinner, laundry, clean kitchen, shower, bed. Can you see a pattern here?
Home, Gamelan, dinner, bed, work. The pattern holds.
This is pretty cool. And this should terrify you.
Links. brighter side: kittens and puppies, basically. And people being good to each other. It does happen, you know. Couldn’t tell it from the news…dog & bunny, couple. Not so bright: everything else.
Page 27, Sentence 5: “It is not enough to think bad thoughts about the other driver; we get angry, in essence, to watch ourselves get angry.”, Traffic
June 6th, 2018
In a studio, Anthony’s showing me a new way to set up and mic a kick drum. It’s on its back with a box underneath. I walk around looking at it and play with it a bit. Make a smaller one for a snare.
Earl is showing me his new keyboard. I ask if it will interface with my Korg, then mess with the settings.
June 4th, 2018
Walk into a shop, look around-there’s an old lady napping in a chair. She wakes up and tells me to drink some OJ (I guess I’m getting blood drawn) Look at everything, suddenly a radio starts playing Rage and I realize it’s my phone connecting to a Bluetooth speaker. I try to turn it down.
Waiting to take my place in a memorial exhibit for a protest in Seattle. It has seats going down to the actual exhibit. I take a seat near the aisle, because it looks cramped.
June 3rd, 2018
At work, trying to get the servers set up. Look at the main unit-it’s connected to a raid box. Shut things down, then back up. Wait for the raid and try to log into the network. Get ready to leave, but there’s lots to do first.
May 31st, 2018
Getting on a bus, look ahead and there’s another one loading. Get on, sit down, and there’s barf on the floor. A kid starts barfing everywhere and I shield my face with my suitcase. I feel wet on my pants.