Couple Grammes of Soma

If you read it your way; it’s natural. Yet, it still means what it means; that’s factual.

WordPress 2 came out. I’ll be upgrading this puppy.

Did you notice the qualifying statement? Perhaps.

I’m a mostly redundant quirk.

I find not having a pen and paper available at certain times very frustrating. Especially when I set the words just right, then bam, I go look for the place to put them, when I find it, their gone.

I’ve written more on paper in the last month than perhaps the previous six. It’s not getting better. My handwriting that is.

When I pick up a pen or pencil to draw, it’s a prophecy of frustration.

Sometimes it’s hard to shut up; for me.

Reasoning is so healthy.

Large or standard?

I saw a nebula with a telescope tonight. That’s, um, amazing.

A simpler life is worth it. Some people are so character enriching. Others are high in calcium, and that builds stronger bones.

Goodnight.

When one assesses it’s important to put the emphasis on the correct syllable. Gasp, grin, repeat.

Have you ever measured sheep?

Bluffing? I suppose I was with the word whisker taboo. Shucks.

A portly one I will become.

It’d be nice to have creativity as an excuse for disorganization, yet my contract with said nicety is null and void, in other words, non-existent. What I poorly craft could, for the most part, be wrongly called intentional. Apathetic? Not entirely.

Suffrage? Splendid. I pity the foo who mocks vocab. It’s about span, not volume. The wider the span, ditto the audience. Raise the volume, the old folks complain.

I see your confidence and raise you cowardice.

Retort or report, there is no “what”.

Carbon fiber foot? 10.97 seconds? Post millennial is difficult to grasp.

I drew some argyle. It was pathetic. Thus ends the rhetoric.

Colored pencils are shiny. In the nifty or neat sense of the word.

Long-Johns rule! Gotta love the all over warmth of thermals. Lumberjack style. I ain’t just solicitin’ dixie.

Temperature at the beach last night was right around 56 degrees Fahrenheit. It was not nearly as windy as the previous beach bon-fire of recent occasion. Yet the sea breeze was accounted for. While I was on the way down the stairs leading to said beach, a set of hands reach through the steps and grabbed my ankles. I WAS SO SCARED! So much so that I was completely mute and walked on as if nothing had happened. But soon I certainly heard the screams that those hands had been trying to induce. Hide-and-seek at the beach is hard since there aren’t very many places to hide. The darkness is a good place though. So is the underside of the stairs. You know, under them but off the ground. That way you can drop right down on someone.

How many cart-wheels do you think won A.S. the number one spot? 25? 27? Try 30! Yes, and second place got 27. That’s pretty amazing. Cart-wheels are not my specialty. Getting dizzy though. Oh yes, I am in all the way for that. Everyone spreads out, stares at the sky and spins. Meanwhile someone with a flash light counts slowly to 20 or 30, whatever is choice, and at the end of the count everyone attempts to tag the person who was counting. For me it went a little something like this: “15 16 17 18 19 20. (I slam into the ground.)” I don’t think I was able to take more than a few steps each time before eating sand. But yes I would glady be up for another round of nausea.

I thought I knew the words to some songs. I was proved wrong when we were trying to sing them around the fire. That’s the real test of knowing a song. It’s one thing to fill in the easy parts while you’re listening to it. Knowing it around the campfire is much more of an accomplishment. At least in the world of drivel that I frequent it is.

To quote a rabbit poem

“But the bird flew away and now my hart is dark
and time will never play in the fields again.”

Say what you will, but those rabbits are eloquent, well spoken little bucks and does.

Yesterday, I spent roughly six hours looking for my Passport. Don’t ask why. I just wanted to make sure I knew where it was. I never found it. It was not in the last place I looked. Handsome Rob felt the need to remind me that “it’s always in the last place you look, cause then you stop looking for it!” That was incredibly helpful I’ll have you know. In the process of looking for the aforementioned document, I found numerous other things I had obviously saved “just in case” I wanted them later. In truth it was trash. This habit of not throwing things out is one I am determined to break. Clutter really unsettles me. Almost as much as hugs used too. I threw out two garbage bags worth of papers and other useless items. I must say, I had to catch myself saving something every now and then. I suppose ridding myself of such material weight is in some way a positive point in the whole Passport hunt. I did find a sweet box of children’s bow-ties though!

Speaking of bow-ties, I need to go to some thrift stores and look for a white one. Ahh, thrift stores. How often I find nothing I want. But I am also amazed at how many items look very similar to something I owned in my younger days. Thank goodness I eventually discovered black. That made things so much more simple. For the sake of socially induced norms, I try to balance my dark color choices out with some more lively ones. Recently that Muller boy said, “Where the heck did you get that? HAHAHA, that’s not a Kevin’s shirt!” Apparently my attempts to look a little more generically preppy had passed the line of subtlety. Thankfully no one else was the wiser. Until now.

On the matter of footwear, I WANT SOME NEW SHOES. Too many.

Have you ever heard The Sound? I listened to one of their albums a few days ago. Surprisingly good. Seem to be one of many excellent bands overlooked by the mainstream. If you like Joy Division you might like The Sound also. I recommend the track “Winning”. Since I’m on the subject of music, if you’ve never heard the album “Boy’s Don’t Cry” by The Cure, it’s worth the while. Unless you’ve got better things to worry about. In the case of the latter, “hop to it!”

she’ll never stop, never sink, the angel I saw, all dressed in pen and ink

Feel like a quote?

“That was cute, did ya learn it from your sister?”-Handsome Rob

“You ain’t the only dog can run rabbits!”-Old guy at a house I washed

“That gay pink’ll keep’em away.”- Worker who painted his tools

People say some awesome stuff. I mean it won’t always be as practical out of context, but yea, it’s repeatable.

It’s not really surprising that people think I’m serious at first. From when I was young I’ve had a very scornful look on my face. Slowly I’ve managed to change it from being mean to serious I guess. Perhaps I still look mean and people just say “serious” to be nice. Either way, it’s a problem. I often try to walk around with a huge retarded looking grin on my face to compensate for the “serious” look that naturally falls there. I have to work harder at it.

NEVER ask me what I’m thinking, I HATE it! please? Ahem, sorry.

You know what? Never mind.

I found a Moleskine address book in my trunk today. I guess I wasn’t using it much.

Do you remember what you were wearing the last time you saw me? I do. What about the way that guy kept glancing over his shoulder every third or fourth sentence? Or how his friend had a bad right leg? Don’t ask me how I do, I just do. I thought everyone else did too.

My way isn’t better, it’s just different. Or is it better since I feel better about it? Huh? Yea, hard question I know. Totally stumped you on that one. BOOYA!

Although I make no claim to be the only dog capable of running rabbits, I wish to make you fully aware that you are not the only dog that is capable of barking.

Schedules rock. If they are reasonable. It’s amazing how far in advance stuff can be planed and accomplished with schedules. Granted, I follow few such schedules, or at least few that I initiate.

I’ve been using this thing called Basecamp. It’s cool. A web based project organizer. Multiple users, or just one. A whole team can work out of it and set milestones, to-do lists and the like. Kind of nerdy but nice since it’s hard to remember everything new in the project.

I think clothes and food are two of the best things to get as gifts.

Powerbook’s are way expensive. Sheesh…

Haven’t gone swing dancing at all lately. I miss it. Hard to believe.

Till Tuesday is a good band.

If you want street credit, carry a pick.

Listen to this, “I had watched YOU guys from afar you know, and I thought you were very serious”. I can’t imagine why… Me serious?

Jaws for the Jungle? A long neck stampede and three sharp tooths? That’s crazy.

It’s been discovered that when I’m frustrated with people, I talk slow and nice to them. Huh, I guess the jig is up. I’m not really sure how to fix that though.

Meeting new people is great. It takes a lot out of me sometimes. It’s awesome though. Being friendly is worth the effort.

The last hour has gone by rather quickly.

Joseph Conrad’s vocabulary is vast.

I had a delightful time at the Greene family’s house on Friday eve. Nice comments from all I must say. Even those with extra holes in the mouth. I don’t think I have ever heard someone say “Pay attention to me!”, let alone twice to the same person. So new things come at unexpected times. Perhaps I am too exacting in my estimation of character.

Intrusive is a great word. It’s exactly what I don’t like. “Mind your own business,” often comes to mind as a response when people inquire of me. I often stave off such rude uncalled for responses in favor of the lil’ guys. I am an arrogant brute. Despite myself.

I fear I may be obsessed with drawing in my Moleskine. It is just so stinking cool looking when you draw in it and then write really small within the drawing. Now, I’ve yet to find words of substance to write in the drawings, but they do have purpose. You can find a picture of one such drawing to the right, if you care to inspect.

KH Building Projects are really a nice experience. It takes a certain measure of patience to receive assignments that last longer than twenty minutes or so. Staying till 10:30 PM working helps with that. Supply and demand. When you are one of the few workers in supply, they demand you do the work. It’s nice that way. Learned a lot about metal duct work. It is very sharp. Also, as I over heard that Muller boy being told, “since it’s metal and not your friend a girl, you can HIT it.” Good times. I also enjoyed introducing Handsome Rob as such. I love the seemingly endless supply of hot coffee. Scissor lifts are fun to drive, although somewhat nervous in large crowded buildings. Oh yea, DON’T TALK DURING THE WATCHTOWER STUDY!

Holds the record for the longest album title. Trivial.

I could go into detail but that’s what dialogue is for.

So the knowledge of a used bookstore that was delivered to myself came to fruition. I bought two books and will be back for more I can assure you.

Handsome Rob delivered this nice little link to me and I thought I’d share it.

I’ve been looking up Moleskine hacks lately. I’ve been using a moleskine since 2002. They are very “hip” books. I find myself desiring this Fisher Space Pen I read so much about. Staples carries the bullet style that seems to go well with this little treat of a notebook. However, I have been disappointed to find that Avery doesn’t seem to carry Write-On Tabs in white, or even manila. I will have to investigate personally and in a retail location itself to be sure that said strain of labeling tabs are unavailable. In a method-of-discovery related tid-bit I also saw these Aloksak’s. They seem to be quite useful. I think I’ll get the passport neck caddy, although the PDA caddy seems nice too. That stuff has adventure written all over it. To the high seas!

To quote my inner dialogue, “You’re only mad cause you didn’t think of it first.” Such is life and living, being a person among people.

This will not come out as well as if you heard me explain it. I’ll try though. While I was listening to The Owls song Air, I remembered how well you can say two things at once. Confusing? Perhaps. In English words that are pronounced alike and that have different meanings, but that may or may not be spelled the same, are called homophones. In the song Air, the lyrics go along these lines, “no head no heart no hurry no hate no fun no must no city no state no car no kin no call no kiss no book no brand no hit no miss no tears no laugh no law no sin no hand to put my handshake in, no header no footer no girl no boy no good no better no touch no toy, there is only air, where I used to care”. I find those to be rather well written. Yet, I thought how brilliant it is that they could actually be singing “know” the whole time or only for certain parts. Such as for “no girl no boy know good know better know touch know toy”. I think that is amazing about speech or perhaps it’s unique to song. I really enjoyed it either way. Two meanings at once is even possible. It’s brilliant! As I said though, perhaps more easily grasped if explained in person. Along with hearing the song of course. Righto and I’m all out of jib.

I put up some pictures.

Sunday was quite long. I must say it was completely lacking in double-speak. This was most pleasant.

“Let’s not confuse obsessive compulsiveness with spirituality. All right?”

The Owls are pleasantly simple, shy, sad, and vulnerable. It’s truly amazing in my ears how well they communicate it in their music.

Too bad it warmed up. I was enjoying the weather.

I prefer “such as” instead of “like”. I feel as if something was lost there.

I must make it to MTS. I mustn’t let myself be sidetracked. Whatever it takes. That has never been more clear to me.

I finished reading Watership Down. What a fine tale! It was a splendidly adventurous journey. It’s the first secular book I’ve finished reading in some time. What will I read next? Hard to say. Tarzan was on the list, but I have yet to decide.

It’s a difficult thing for me to balance out what I have experienced with what I’m responsible for and what I’d like to experience. Haste costs in the long run I’m afraid. Balance is incredibly more difficult than it sounds. H-O-L-D F-A-S-T.

On Thursday I washed windows at a house that had the most beautiful garden I have ever seen. It wasn’t really a garden or an atrium, it was a blend I guess. It was awesome though. All around the back porch area of the house they had the widest variety of plants and trees I’ve ever seen. So many orchids too. Awesome colors. They also had a Koi pond and a African Ciclid pond. I was really impressed. They even had a sloping beach like entrance to their pool. The place was so private too. The screen enclosure started at the top of a eight foot high block wall. So it was impossible to see into the back pool area. The backyard was sloped really steep also which made the wall seem even higher from the outside. They had a nice grilling and cooking and eating area. They used to bring butterflies in they said. But they would die and the wife would cry so they stopped. Sshees, talk about focusing on the negative, at least they got to live.