bonafide

I met a cowboy today, he said, "Call me Red. Or, you could call me Mark, but only my Mama calls me Mark, it's my good Christian name." At the cafe by the dentist's office, people were watching the soccer game, and he tall and out of place, spoke in his southern long drawl and gave me his seat, and after some conversation about horses and soccer, and my motorcycle, he told me to come up to his ranch up past Point Reyes where he works his horses... I was amused- his bright yellow and white plaid checkered shirt and big classic floppy cowboy hat bouncing among the laptops and aprons, a city slicker he was not....

Then, I went downtown and got tickets for the big Superman movie on Weds- there'll be 8 of us! I want to get there really early to snag the whole middle of the backmost row, for sure. Bring our own concessions. On the way in, when I was parking my momo on the street, a sweet old black couple pulled up and parked, and as they were hobbling out of their car, asked if I had enough room and then asked how I enjoy this weather, with big smiles on their faces... It was a great random start to the day, Monday...

Got to work, Jason was actually there to my surprise, and the day went by rather quickly... Then got adjusted, rolled, came home to finally grab my honey by the tail and roughhouse till he passed out early, and now I'm watching that western on AMC, (I really have been liking old cowboy flicks lately) and because my head hurts and I know that they all either die or get married, I'm gonnna hit the sack right quick. Yeeap.

PHUCK.

I just came home, went to take a sip of water out of my nalgene bottle, and nearly choked because something disgustingly slimy slipped into my mouth - I spit it out to see it was a half-disolved pill of some sort that I have NO idea how the hell it got inside my water bottle. Fucking someone try to rufie me the other night? WTF? I didn't put any pill inside my own drink, what the fuck is that? It was one of those gelatin do-it-yourself looking herb pill, thank god I didn't swallow it. Damn, that weirds me out.
You know what else wierds me out is the sound guy Mike at work, he gives me the willies. Just lately, too, I didn't like the way he was looking at me and making fun at me, kind of patronizing stare when I was rolling off on my motorcycle. Fuck. What's with that?

Anyway, besides the strange feelings inside, I'm going in to the dentist again at 8 am tomorrow, then going to get some breakfast somewhere, then going to buy tickets for Superman for Wednesday. 1-Me 2-Jeff 3-Jan 4-Cassie 5-Josh 6-Kathy, and I think that's it. 6 x 15 = $90. Daaayyum. Can't wait to see it.

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And here's my first attempt at playing with that clay I bought weeks ago... looked at some old sketches from my art class, too, I'm certainly no Monet!

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eeyi yi yi...
Friday is tomorrow! Whoo! Barbeque!
This week went by relatively fastly, work was work, life is life, riding Monty around town is a hoot, and I got my Edgar's seat re-done and it looks great, hopefully it feels as good as it looks- the firm foam is a bit disconcerting but I'm sure it's going to be great- with no shoes on at all I could barely get the balls of my feet on the ground, but with my bewts... We'll see manana...
Ha, bondage simpsons... awesome...
SO - finally got those film rolls developed, and there were some great images on there, some of Twin Peaks and some of the Grace Cathedral, and some of Neb and Julia's wedding... And, some of the backpacking trip Ra and I took to the lost black beaches - awesome stuff... It really makes me want to use film again.
Digital convenience is getting me hung up on ease, and not quality.
I forget, there was other stuff I wanted to write about but I'm blanking... I wish Jefe were here...

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Whoa...
Days like these I desperately want to call in sick. But alas, I have to save those sick days and use them when I really really need them. I am a pile of complaints, but I want to zen it out and use them to benefit - not harm - my day.
Goal: drink twice as much water as I normally would.
Join the JCC.
Kick ass.

*more later* ...

sunday bluddy sunday

Having mate in bed on a lazy sunday morning is the best way to start things off... Father's day comes on a day when the sun is shining brightly through the low layer of fog, and as I complain inside about my ultra-sensitive tooth, I try to push it out of my mind and get myself pumped up to go do stuff. Errands, like get more salad fixings and juice, beer for my babe to dull his brain when he comes home late from working in the hot hot hicksville blues river, and perhaps a long bike ride to the Grove for the summer free concert series...
Regardless, things are once again lazily perfect, and eventually I'll gather my bones up and about, and do something productive... Strange dreams last night made me realize that sleep is overrated, and maybe I'm better off with less than 7 or 8 rather than more.
I'm bummed that I didn't get to surprise R at the airport yesterday, but that's what ya get when you have to travel with a bass the size of texas. Next time.
Current Mood: Lazy dazey
Current Music: Nick Drake- Clothes of Sand from Made Love to Magic

schuper?

So...
It's the weekend, and my hand hurts, my head is kinda dull headachey, I'm doing Jefe's bed laundry, and slept in it last night missing him... I have to quit sleeping in the other room, it makes me feel like a fool and I have to really train myself to be able to sleep heavier and not let his normal movements keep me awake. I'm still taking 5htp and some melatonin to get my schedule back to normal and hopefully help me not be so sensitive to influences keeping me from getting a good night's sleep... It's better being close to him instead of feeling like a 50's couple in separate full beds, in the same room... What a doof.

Anyway, I'll be seeing Josh and Ra today, should be fun- I also want to check the main library again for that Gaiman book, but I need to read the headache book through first, before I get started on a 3rd book...

Can't wait for the schuper movie to come out, if only the stupid theatre wasn't so balls expensa.

Wheeoo

AOL / AIM

Attention all IM'ers... I'm finally trying to retire my AOL name "Ladrillbit" seeing as my dad continuously changes the password on me, and I don't use AOL.

I'll still keep an AIM account: "SchuperLa"



SO: All those that chat with me or care to, please update your chat program for me!

* oink oink *

La's a lazy lazy bum today... The fog is overtaking the outside world, and I managed to read some, vacuum some and clean the bathroom a little bit... Talked to Julian who is still in Berkeley and most likely won't battle the traffic on the bridge to come get his monitor, which gives me another week with it... Not like I use that computer for much other than the occasional dvd-rip and aol-password change, seeing as my Pops is a paranoid android.

Sigh... Last night I leafed through some of my most recent journal entries, which are from over a year ago... Some good stuff, mostly very embarassing and kinda tough to go back to those times, bad times and good times, and times I'd rather not remember in Santa Cruz. I'm so lucky to be where I am right now that looking back at those days just sends me reeling with laughter at what a goon I can be. Now that I have a relatively stable job, a fine home and a life that is average, normal, exciting and full of day to day ick just like everyone else, I'm changed, but still the same old goon I always was, and always will be...

I miss my photography, mostly, but for whatever reason it doesn't seem to be what I'm motivated by anymore. At least, I haven't had the impulse and inspiration to get out and take pics, there's no darkroom yet to use and no little La standing on my shoulder and looking through my eyes to tell me to take this, take that, make it look good on film. Oh! FILM! That's what I'm missing... Yesterday I went to Adolph Gasser and took in those 4 rolls of mystery film to be developed- I'm looking forward to seeing what I took last with my old n80 and olympus. The film aspect of photos are what I want back in my life- the digital empire is overtaking my artistic function and making me computerized and lazy. Just like now how I want to write again, but my wrist and hand hurts after 5 minutes of gripping an old familiar pen, while I can type a helluva lot faster than I can write... Old feelings, but still no excuse.

Anyway... I leant Jan the digicam to take insurance and evidence photos of our late John's crashed motorcycle. Bummer that he had to go and die on 101 but that's the risk we take by travelling, two wheels or four, people do stupid fucked up shitty things on the roads, and I am not one to complain about accidents, they happen and there's nothing I can do about it but be safe, and pay attention.

Ho hum. More shit in my life that I'm procrastinating on: mailing Joe A my tax information, hoping he can dig me out again like he did before, nobody wants to owe the gubbament munnies, and especially me, and it makes me hate feel icky. Money has always made me feel icky. Responsibility, intimidation, burdens, guilt, it is hell. Back to my old argument of how life should be free. We're born and we have to pay to survive. At least it gives us something to do!

So here's an example of what I used to write about my photography:

The art of photography gives me the capability to snatch a moment out of time and put it in a frame. From my eyes to my vision, from the click of the shutter to light being caught on film, my memories are transformed and made valid. It's exhilarating to take a slice of life that catches my sight, save it on a piece of paper the way I see it, and revel in its becoming something different for someone else. I am surrounded by things I want to photograph, I do it for kicks, I do it for life...