At a US gathering. Sitting playing around with a short didge-just blowing through it. Scott W. comes over and tells me I’m doing it wrong and takes the shakuhachi. I get up and get into a car. Get out, take the flute back from him and it’s all chewed up. I get on him about it and he just sits there in the car.
September 13th, 2017
Going to sit down at a cafe with Jim K and someone else. The table is small and right at the entrance. I try to move over, but there’s no room. Sit down with my legs close by the table.
September 12th, 2017
@30700, looking out from the deck. We go outside to make some pumpkin thing in a tall cylinder. Stuff it all in there. We’re also waiting for the cougars to come and kill the deer. The deer run around, but no cougar. It finally comes, but can’t kill the deer. Wolves come to chase it off. We start back inside, try to get the pot finished, and the wolves come on the deck and look in the window. The little ones are cute.
September 11th, 2017
In the living room at 1023? There are spider webs around. There’s a small black one in a web. I go to trap it, but I see hanging threads, which mean poisonous ones are around. I tell Erika to watch out, and I see it. I go to stomp on it with my uggs, but it’s very fast and escapes. I chase it around stomping and missing. I finally get it, and the black one in the web has gotten very big. I look at it and think about getting a container to put it in.
September 10th, 2017
Hanging out, some guy has some mescaline barrels and gives me one after I tell him I can handle it. I go oobe up, and it takes a bit for me to go high up, because it’s dark. I see stuff in the sky, and decide I want to go to the sun. I sink into the ground and come up in Australia. Go into a room and look around, then go high up. Can’t reach the sun, so I go past a soccer match. I try to sink back into the ground, but I can’t, so I’m stuck there. Worry about getting back home.
September 9th, 2017
Trying to find the right subway station. Walk down a street to ‘In the Hill’. Turn the corner and see two boys beating up a Salvation Army Santa. Hurry past. The station is going to close unless the bully’s go away. We slip in as the doors close. They’re there harassing a kid, but he’s giving it back. I trap the other one.
September 6th, 2017
In a house, waiting for the storm to end. The place is a mess. Go to leave and the landlord comes. Apologize for the mess and say I’ll clean it over the weekend.
Hanging out at Jerry J’s house. Someone is tearing around the yard in a big truck. We hide behind a bunch of trees as the truck goes past and goes back and forth in the yard. It runs into a house on the other side of the street and takes a huge hole out. I see a kid in there and the truck backs out. We climb a tree to see better. It backs out and runs into another house, this time plowing into it and almost out the other side.
On the freeway, turn the wrong way and go on another turn to fix it. Wait for cars to pass.
September 5th, 2017
In the basement at 30700? Some lady needs to make a water whistle for Peter Gabriel. She plays the sound, and we arrange a plastic tube and a bucket full of water to do it. I fiddle around with levels and pitch, clamp the end and work on making the sound and mic placement.
In LB, skating around. Go up a hill and across at the top of an embankment.
September 4th, 2017
At the end of a mile race. We’re all struggling and moving very slow. Come around the last in corner in 3rd place. Work hard to get to the line. Walk through a crowd.
In LB, walking through a park. There are swamps, we ask a ranger who manages them.
Stuff to do, etc.
Like cooking, cleaning, paying bills, setting up my gear, working through the white box->cedar chest move, getting through my to do list. I got some done yesterday-E has spent a lot of time getting boxes unpacked-I filled up the outside closet last night. S had a friend over, and C has girl drama.
Bannon is out-that makes 4 major WH figures out in the past month or so. Interesting.
Just had a “scintillating scotoma”. Pretty cool, but troubling, especially because I’ve never had one before. After some judicious googling, it appears to be a precursor to a migraine, but all I had was some odd feelings and a little headache. Oh, the joy of getting older and being under moderate stress. A minor right hand thing too-this I may need to see a doc for…
Quiet weekend-got some stuff done. Church, shop. Worked from home Mon.-was going to bag on the eclipse, but 9am rolled around and the traffic was light, so we drove south. Waited around in a parking lot of a Mexican restaurant in Milino, 26 secs of totality-it was pretty awesome, plus a group of skydivers appeared right at the end. Had a lovely “german pancake” at a local diner which was a weak version of a Bette’s Diner pancake souffle. Worked the rest of the day.
Had another scotoma yesterday, got a big check. Switched to my small backpack for the commute. Want to put my music stuff up-I have a location in our bedroom. Dreaming about the big jackpot. I could do some cool things to help people. Didn’t happen. Weekend: hot, then hotter. C’s GF came over, picked her up at the Max, home, shop, dropped her off after shopping. Went to Sat. Market to see Supadupa Marimba Bros-S’s fave band. Hot. Hotter today. Houston is getting drilled by Harvey, fight was meh.
Week is over-Labor Day, S’s birthday, kids start school next week. E has the house tarted up. I need to finish one thing and work on my corner. Getting back into the cleaning routine. Going to be hot this weekend. And it was, but not too much, as there was a large fire out in the gorge that blanketed everything, with orange sun and moon and ash on the ground. So we stayed inside mostly-shop, funeral, church, farmer’s market, cleaning, library, put up drapes, etc.
Page 23, Sentence 5: “Suffice it to say that the Iberian Peninsula is a complicated place to be Jewish”, The Confusion
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September 3rd, 2017
Get in a fighter jet, work on getting the seat right and canopy closed. Go to take off, but can’t cross the runway. Wait, go fast and take off. Fly around, land on the Laguna Hills. Can’t take off, roll through the street.
At school, girl is getting in trouble for not paying tuition. I tell her it happened to us too. Receptionist is mad because we asked a question. Ask her another one.
On a bus, waiting to go. It’s taking a long time, and I want to leave.
August 20th, 2017
watch kids play rage, do poetry that I can’t hear at a school show
Trying to poop, stalls don’t close, tp all wet, people coming in, fix it with coat hanger
wife asleep, playing with her privates
August 18th, 2017
I’m in a big car, driving. A girl in the back seat throws a big pillow at me. I get upset, and talk w/ Elaine Larsh about it. Try to get her disciplined.
Eclipse ahead
Because the TeeVee tells me so. We’re going down to my boss’ place to watch it. E isn’t going. Hopefully the drive back won’t be a nightmare.
I found a quote I’ve been looking for: “While assholes everywhere fight over mosques and homosexuals, issues about which history has already formed its opinions, ice is melting.” George Lazenby
Been watching the Olympic channel a lot-it’s the world track and field championships right now. In London, with Brit commentators. Nice.
Finishing up getting the old place cleared out. A little leftover stuff, cleaning supplies and S’s bed. Everything except the “dining room” is vacuumed. The new place is still full of boxes-maybe Sunday? Finally got my iPhone loaded up with books-now for a spot of music. And it’s Monday-the old place is cleaned out, did a lot Sun. to get things livable. Got an old Zune for $1. I may not go down south for the eclipse…too many people and traffic forecasted. Tried to get my DVR cleaned up-lots of Tour stages, American commentators bite-was watching the track & field and the Brits are way better…
Link farm: Is America in the Throes of a Mid-Life Crisis?, Is the Trump Presidency the Very Definition of Madness?, How America Lost Its Mind, The Damage We Do to Boys and Men That Explains the Trump Presidency
Page 23, Sentence 5: “A form of manufactured ignorance now constitutes the modus operandi of a society that privatizes and kills the imagination by poisoning it with falsehoods, consumer fantasies, data loops, and the need for instant gratification.”, America at War with Itself
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August 12th, 2017
Walking outside an office, trying to find my interview location. A small sign points me downstairs, and I talk to a lady who’s the recruiter.
August 11th, 2017
Driving E & S to a park. I say it’s on the other side of town, but they say it’s closer. We see a tiny play area, but then more. I go over to a gathering, Wallace Shawn is giving a speech-he’s a sub, and talks about his project to crawl across every bridge. Watch him go over one, then a long one. I think about how nice people are, but C says it’s because we’re in the suburbs.
August 9th, 2017
Practicing a Lou piece. We finish, and I leave with Brett. He says we have another gig and I don’t have my gamelan clothes. We walk through brush and a stream. It’s dense and hard to get through.
August 8th, 2017
In a bathroom, trying to capture a tiny mouse. It’s crawling all over me and biting. I finally catch it and give it to the owner. Then another one falls out of its shell and into the toilet. I fish it out and put it back in its shell.
August 7th, 2017
At US, walk across the hall for lunch, but I didn’t pay. Go downstairs to eat soup, Roger C, Rick K and a few others are wrestling. I sit on a couch in the corner and look at the kids lining up for lunch. Some teacher sees me and comes over.
Moving, but nothing is moving.
Another week, another post. At least I have chicken ;-P And good music. Plus the whole job, health, food, clothing, roof and a fine family things. So, the usual. Busy shifting things from one place to the next-my stuff is mostly done-clothes and bins and the stuff to sell, plus a couple of other things.
And the weekend is over. We’re in the new place, but the old place still has a bunch of stuff in it. There are boxes in the hall and the boys’ room, but a lot has been done. I’m super sore, didn’t sleep well Sat. night, and had odd dreams last night. Over the next few days, we’re going to shift the stuff we want to keep, clean, and get rid of the rest. It’s going to be hot this week. S is at church camp, and we hope everything goes OK, what with all the heat…
Another weekend over-took a lot of stuff to the goodwill, had to trash the mattress. Got a bunch cleaned up, more to go. New place is still not done either. S back from camp-she had a hard time, but fun anyways.
Link farm: On the Brink of a Constitutional Crisis, the Nation Goes Numb, Why Are Americans So Afraid?
Page 23, Sentence 5: “For one glorious hour, Harry had believed that he was leaving the Dursleys at last, because Sirius had offered him a home once his name had been cleared.”, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
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