summer in the sitty

I am liking living by the ocean. Tonight I can hear the fog horns blowing on ships as they pass each other off the coast. Two different tones and they are loud and echoing as they have a conversation about who gets to go next, and who's closer to shore... I never experienced that till now, and don't really have a comparison, other than hearing the thunder far off in the desert at night or the cicadas chirping their mating songs, or the coyotes howling their joy and their plight to one another.

It's a different world out here. The lack of sunsets often gets to me, as I'm riding through the wind and the fog on my motorcycle home from work in the evening, when if I were back home I would be overtaken by the colors staring me in the face, screaming their beauty from the west, streaks of bright yellow fading into striking pinks, magentas, oranges, the purple mountains majesty reflecting the Van Gogh-esque paintings off their enormousnesses behind me.

I do miss those nights, the way anything white embellishes the shades of insanity, watching the stars and the moon fight the sunset for the most beautiful spot in the sky, like the snow capping Mt. Baldy in the late fall, after he's just been dusted by first desert snow turns bright purple just as the sun ducks below the horizon.

Shucks, now I'm getting all sick for home. Though, there are those nights of splendor off the coast, watching the fog reflect bright orange and the water shimmer with the sun as it follows itself around and around the curve of its incessant orbit. Dogs and their people silhouetted against the moving breezes as they throw sticks back and forth and dig their footprints into the sand, the rhythmic swell of ocean break washing the only evidence of their existence back into the earth.

A sweet life, it is, in La La Land.

week. end.

Freaking windy!
Edgar and I went for a blustery zip across town today to go get Jefe's fork drain screws, and some more fork oil... People are nuts and certainly don't know how to drive well in this city. But that's nothing new. I know I'm guilty at that sometimes too, but getting much better and a tad more skillful at the turns and quick stops. Remove head from sphincter, then drive!
Then I got a hair up my ass and fixed the crack in my front fender, I'll put that back on soon when I go down and switch up the laundry, most likely will have to trick the washer into spinning, the piece of shit. Then I tried to take off those stupid old fairing mounts by the headlight, to realize that the bolts don't screw into anything, so it's spinning when I try to tighten it down, and this sucks balls. The stupid bracket was anchoring the headlight to the mount and now it's not being held in, so I may have tightened up one rattle and started another.
Bah.

don't fool yourself girl

it's going right up your poop chute
rubbin rubbin rubbin rubbin up your poop chute

haha, genius, that frank zappa... this dvd is terrific... =D Some family member of his is playing a tour that ends in San Fran end of June, at the Warfield - I wonder if Rob is working there still, and can get us in? I gottta give him a ring on Friday and have him come by the happyhour, too bad that prefuse 73 got cancelled otherwise maybe I'd have mustered up some kind of energy to go to the Mezzanine for that tonight, shrug.

Anyway, gonna go to bed soon...

dnr

This is a photo of a tattoo that Mary Wohlford, 80, has emblazoned on her chest. Wohlford, of Decorah, Iowa, got the ink in February to hopefully eliminate the possibility of any Terri Schiavo-esque controversy about her medical wishes should she become unable to communicate them directly. From the Des Moines Register (photo by Mary Chind):

If all else fails, if family members can't find her living will or can't face the responsibility of ending life-sustaining measures, she said, then doctors will know her wishes by simply reading the tiny words that are tattooed over her sternum.

"I probably should have had it dated, too," she said.

As it was, the first time she entered Gary's Professional Tattooing Studio, the employee balked, saying he wasn't sure it would be ethical.

"I said, 'OK, but you get these druggies and drunks in here and you do it. Do I look lucid or not?' " she remembered.

The employee still demurred. Shop owner Gary Lietz said he, too, was reluctant, but eventually gave in. Wohlford even talked him into a senior citizen discount.

(from today's boing boing .net)

I admire this woman for sticking to what she wants. I agree that when you get to a point in life where it is only a strain on other people to keep you alive, if you're not enjoying life, just because they love you so much they can't bear to lose you, it makes no sense to waste resources and drag out the inevitable. If anything rediculous ever happens to me, I would wish to move on to a different place, and not live life uncomfortably or unnecessarily, regardless of how badly people want to keep me alive, for moral or conciencious reasons...

y'know...

slow start monday

Damn, today was almost brutal. I wish I could work every day just four hours in the morning and get paid for 8. Then I could ride in the wind and have my head be elsewhere, and y'know...
I am so braindead and I don't really know why... I should stop doing this stupid computer crap and read the rest of that book, or keep getting charged ten cents a day, which as long as I keep it I'll have to keep paying up... I always wondered when they actually make you pay the library fines... it's not like they send you a bill.
At least I don't have to get a root canal, and the dentist man today said he'd find out what was going on with that kid who drilled out my teeth for hours the other day. Hopefully this dental hell will be over soon.
Shit to do:
ugh.
current mood: burnt

one. 1.

That's how many La's it takes to screw in a light bulb.
Just matched the wattage on the paper lamps in our living rooms, and one handed, too! It was simple, and makes me realize that I am getting pretty good at this lighting thing... Ha... kidding...
So it's been a while since I've written shit down, and life in La La land has been, as usual, slightly routine and slightly off-center... First and foremost, tomorrow morning I'm going to waltz into the UCSF dental center and have them figure out my teeth... I'm sensitive to temperatures, even breathing through my mouth is uncomfortable, and libido dampening smells of old people even penetrate into my mouth and make my cavity scream like that Mars bar Paco gave me last week... Regardless, it's time... and afterwards I'll head down to that clinic and get me immunized for the 2nd dose of shots, and maybe call in sick for the rest of the day... We'll see how it goes... A medical mental health day, I could use one.
Other than that, things are ok, I ache all over but that's from stupid incompetent people smashing up against me in overcrowded N trains... What is it with people thinking that wigs actually look good? They'd be so much better off coming to terms with their shiny or patchy heads than the terrible fit and obviously bad toupees...
And what's the thing with long fingernails? Some people just seriously have issues with keeping themselves trimmed and clean and hygienated... Damn, people! Cut that nastiness! Anyway, it was another long commute and unneccesarily stupid because the driver was an idiot and kept raising and lowering the steps and slowing at stops for way too long.
Damn, I wanna get my bike fixed...
What's the deal with speed eating? It's nasty. "The rules of Engorgement..." Ick.
At least this fat-man-walking guy lost 100lbs from California to NY. More people need to do shit like this.
Egads I have tv. It's not like I don't have a library book needing to be read...

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