immovable images

you should see me right now, or rather, i should see me right now, because when i look in the mirror, i am so scruffy and different to myself i hardly recognize. its nothing drastic, just happens that i havent shaved for 5 days, which for me equals beard action. which sucks, granted, but since the only people that may see me are my girlfriend, my construction co workers and the residents of fort bragg... i suppose it REALLY doesn't matter. except that now that i think about it, kate deserves better than my fugitive looking face... and well, i need to get going because i'm going to surprise make a nice dinner and stuff.

ps - the Red Sox

ok

this being said, i am a baseball fan, and yes, i AVOIDED watching the entire series so as not to jinx it... but it still fills me with joy that the red sox beat the yankees, especially the way that they did.

Burn Piles and Slanted Light

Well its October, you can tell because of the smell of things and the slanting light and because there is the first crispness about.

Today my day involved such things as burning a pyre of brush and debris amounting to flames about 30 feet in the air. I made coffee this morning on my woodstove, since we ran out of propane last night. My big accomplishment lately is digging a trench about 20 feet long, eight feet wide and five feet deep. it has been really fun. i wish all i could do was build trenches.

actually i hate it, but it is, i'm sure, some strange initiation into the harsh world of carpentry. is this what i want to do? well, no, not as a career, but maybe just learn the skills as i go, they could be useful. i mena, i guess living here i realize how much most people (in the USA, who are above a certain income level... ) pay someone else to do everything for them. i mean, they couldn't scrub a carpet if their life depended on it. which isn't to place blame... i don't know that i wouldn't. i just know that i don't want to and that one of my life goals is to be entirely self sufficient. entirely.

anyways, i'm talking about these burn pile things and i think that its interesting... i feel almost like i'm living a caricature of myself out... woodsy, cabins, burn piles, levi's, trucks. do we all live caricatures out? do you in some way? maybe you don't know until you drastically change your lifestyle. or whatever. i don't know

Electrelane

Too Pure - Electrelane - discography

I'm kind of really excited about a band and their music for the first time in a long time, especially their album 'the power out'... its hypnotic, and there is something very pure about it... the approach to songs is direct and not overtly self conscious. their sound has a kind of innocent vision to it, something like sonic youth around 'daydream nation'. its wonderful.

in other news, today is MONDAY, and by saying that i don't necessarily succumb to the status quo, in that "mondays" are so awful and there is one more thing to complain about, but there is something in the skies right now that needs to be aired away and out.

ahh, yes, that it could be. (the power of hope is exponential and personal, though the ambitious live inside and through it)

busy and exhausting and good and stuff

i've been working a lot the past few days, since kate's car got towed in SF i feel like i haven't slowed down at all. need time... need personal time...

but for now i go to work. dug trenches and cut down trees today (yes me, cut down trees... it was necessary, trust me) and now to the wonderful world of the ravens.

north beach

how do i always end up here? everytime that i have been going through the city solo and kind of aimless, which is not that often but often enough, i end up here in the caffe trieste. i even know how to get here now, which i didn't before, i just ended up. but yeah, now i turn in the right place and kind of find myself sitting here and well i just find it funny. three years ago with mike , then once with tom, then twice in the past year. yes, not a BIG deal, but symbolic i'm sure of something. it is you know, the cool north beach spot, kerouac and ginsberg or cosby and pavarotti apparently ( the autographed picture on the wall collection is pretty amazing).

i played the show at the blue danube last night and it was just perfect, i mean, through and through everything i could have wanted. saw a lot of people, got to make and share music, really really why i do it at all.

last night wound up in my brother's apartment and chatted with katie s. and tyler. got up early this morning to take my beautiful kate to the airport, walked out to the car on the way to breakfast and poof (!) revelation: no car.

thankfully it wasn't stolen, it was towed. we parked it in front of someone's garage stupidly. it was a strange odyssey to pick it up but we did. kate made it and is taking off in ten minutes to fly to austin texas. so its five nights on my own. with the kitties of course. which is good and bad but prolly good in the long run. lots of time to think.

not that i need it... kate is such a light, such a brilliant girl. here is to her safe journey.

also here is to TYLER

work

o so i am at work right now. yes, jobs are so interesting. i am sitting here in an empty restaurant watching the ravens fly around outside while my boss meanders around. i have so much to get done, it seems like a waste of time, but then, i am getting paid a pittance. i should quit. i don't like the word should. but i really should.

this all zooms by so quick. i remember moments in my life, basically killing time at jobs when to make it through i had to tell myself that it would be over soon enough. of course i was always right. i'm at that stage with my waiter job here, fine dining... i'm over it. time to move on.

to ?

well i know what i would like. and we will have to see what comes and what i make of it.

walnut is cute

my kitty walnut likes to bite and lick noses.



she is the nicest kitty.