He didn't put his hands down my pants. He tried, but I didn't let him. He didn't directly (skin on skin) touch me anywhere I can't show in public. And not to knock him, but I wouldn't say I was hot or bothered. Just that I had fun.

I didn't put my hand down his pants either, but I kind of regret that.

putting his hand down his pants.

actually, that's not really the truth.

i'm not wearing pants.

my head hurts and my mouth tastes like some foul rodent died in it 3 weeks ago. does that make sense? i'm just trying to share the sentiment.

it's all my bartender's fault. everything. she lets me drink for free. her heart is filled with hate and she despises everything human, but she lets me drink for free. i'll take that as a compliment.

out by 12, in by 5. i'm keeping business hours again. after all, i'm a professional.

listening to my new CMJ disc, a good one, featuring foo fighters, primus, goldie, supersuckers, isley bros, the smithereens, etc...

facing the fact that I keep forgeting to call the taz folks, too bloody single minded when I am at work, I suppose. facing the fact that the apt. is cluttered and needs to be dealt with before I leave for home next week.
facing the fact that there are a lot of pretty girls 40 miles from here, and I am going to ahve to do something about that in 2000.

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uh, that should hae read tax instd of taz...

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cleaning my apartment as well.

just found one of many wedding invitations i was sent this year:

"Our days of being single

will soon be over.

We are going to be wed

on the Ninth of October!"

uh huh.

i remember sending back an r.s.v.p. that wasn't as poetic as the invite. just one sentence diagonally scrawled in black marker over the party info form:

"eat hot fuck"

and i sincerely hope they did.

best wishes.

just viewed the source code for grandpa dolemite's previous post, on a hint from "bob". Quite entertaining.

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wow, it's there on mine as well! PraBob!!!

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my kickboxing instructor went to a special kickboxing workshop in maui last week. she came back and taught us all kinds of ass kicking techniques today. i was throwing punches like a champ and i got to beat the crap out of my buddy Mike.

what a high. i love beating the crap out of people named Mike.

i want to go surfing now but there are no waves on the south shore, and i ain't gonna go to the north shore in the 6-10 footers. jeezis no. so instead i'll just swim.

now i gotta locate my sunscreen...

sarah-

as someone styling their life, you are my idol

you poor misguided child.

there are far too many jiggling puss dumplings in the world as it is.

forge a new path.

if you're refering to me,

i mean that it is her path and she's following it- finding who and where she wants to be

my path is different

I chose the path of
Most resistance
It helped me find my way



I just got Captain Tractor's newest CD, Celebrity Traffic Jam, and I think my favorite member of the band is Scott. In spite of that, the above is from "Empty Page" which I think Chris wrote.

still here at 4:17 and not nearly finished

sad. can't wait 'till tuesday

leaving

it's 7:45

ha

watching the snow fall and still wondering how long Billy's going to wait for his answer.

turning off the lions game, predicting a classic Lions fall-apart finish.

phooey.

getting ready to go up north, I am all packed and set, even tho I don't leave for two days yet. I think I may need some winter boots that are appropriate for living outside the great lakes basin. my current winter boots are meant for trudging through snow drifts and are too heavy. yet another excuse to leave the house.

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hey, thanks heather.

well... i just got home from one of the best, most physically challenging, and awe inspiring hikes i've ever been on. a small group of us went to the top of Mt. Ka'ala, the highest point on Oahu. at one point you have to climb up ropes to get up to the ridge along the top. at the summit, which i believe is about at 4,000 feet, there is a natural flatland, a full-on bog, that contains the most dense population of endemic plant and insect species on this island. we even saw Abutilon (Ko`oloa`ula) which is a Class 1 endangered plant. i got a great photo of it glowing in natural sunlight. we also saw native butterflies about half way up. it was so bitchin.

i am, now, totally exhausted, sore from kickboxing yesterday, and ready to play guitar and watch the sunset from my lanai and then go to bed early.

woooHOOOOOing!

Redskins are on top of the pathetic NFC East again!

ALONE!

Til next week, no doubt.

heh.

And, DC United won the Soccer Championship. GO DC, GO DC!!!

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looking...
white snow spying me through my window
I feel like white queen
check mate

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tired, stereolab rocked last night, as always, no matter how little i like the a few songs from the CD, (regarding studio and digital manipulation) they always play honest live, some of the songs sounded a little tough live but again, it's honest, Olivia Tremor Control rocked as well, from Athens, friends of friends.

saw the legendary Flesheaters sat nite....good straight ahead LA punk, candy snatchers opened up for them, they were pretty good as well......from VA Beach I think........


both nites included a haze induced by stoli and heineken...

eating lunch.....some mustard chicken frozen thing...took a walk to the record store for lunch....scored Sonic Youth , a thousand leaves; Amon Duul (insert umlout over the two Us), Psychedelic Underground and Iggy and the Stooges, Year of The Iquana, a Bomp release of previously unrealesed studio gigs and rehersals


and no MATTER WHAT they say, $1 chinese food IS NOT the answer!!!!!!!

grumbling, the whole Amon Duul insert is in German, where are you now high school german teachings!!!!!!

being thoroughly entertained

today, on my way back to the office, i stopped at the hawaii food bank and dropped off a turkey and several bags of fresh fruits and vegetables. but now the rest of the day i've just been sitting at work daydreaming about thanksgiving gluttony.

i have earned the right to eat gargantuan amounts of stuffing and yams and pie in a few days. can't wait!

finishing

just 11 more hours and i have to be finished

then 6 hours in a room full of pretentious babble

then the bar

then i sleep for two days

thinking patrick should fax me the insert.

i'll xlate for you.

nate: curious. creative. weird. Yeti-riffic. Dobbs-approved. No children were involved in the opening of the package.

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Michael called.

pissed that he can't, yet again, reach the boards from home. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

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jump back, kiss muhself.

no more consulting.
no more negotiations.
no more noise.

i get what i want.

and i get it often.

http://www.muzebiz.com/tell.html

swine-o-matic,
we deal with that company as far as our books go. Hudson ave, rebecca freeman? you consulting them?

nah.

i just got hired by them.
which beats the hell out of getting hired by the financial institution that was the other full-time possibility. pretty much the same IT gig, but much better environment. i get to work with a bunch of musicians. which means more gear, more free music production software, more connections, networking, etc, etc, blah, blah, blah.
anyway, it's making me happy. happy is good.

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Skip-to-my-lou my darling...hey.
Winding down after some website updating...wondering if In n' Out Burger is a good idea tonight...and trying to beat the cool of the air-con in the college computer lab. It's freezing.

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Sarah: Michael called? Were you courteous and lukewarm friendly but distant? Ehh? Fuck him, he's on my shitlist and will have to do lots of work to get off of it. Albuquerque is not so far from Hawai'i. You tell him I said so.

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hangin low and left

hangin tight and center....it's cold here

smiling

boston today
it is fantastically gorgeous warm and beautiful

and all is good

now officially hugely in debt.

congratulating nate.

CONGRATULATIONS ON YOUR DEBT.

doing an inventory check on the welcome wagon......lets see




2 horses and 1 mule
1 case of makers mark
2 cases of coke (6 pack of diet)
1 whipping post
3 oz of mushrooms
10 bounce-alongs
1 big wheel (for Jim)
1 twister board game
1 bottle of canola
QP of hawaii's finest
3 cases of Sam Adams, 3 of New Castle, 3 of PBR, 2 cases of Amstel, 2 cases of Pacifico
1 bottle of tapitio
8 supersoaker 5000s
whip
cuffs
blinders
chaps
1 9mm in locksafe box



yep i think thats it......

thanking agatha.

now all the cool sorabjiites can visit one by one or in small groups.

I once swore I'd never set foot in California again unless shackled and in the custody of U.S. Marshalls, but I suppose if I were to combine Lawanda's reunion and nate's housewarming with night visits to the four remaining "debts" on my ledger, I could justify one final trip south.

When's the housewarming?

i smell Sorabjifest '00 afoot.

woooHOOOOOing!

:-)

I make a mean corn pudding Nate, sign me up for that.

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i don't know about 2000, but the Society for Historical Archaeology conference 2001 is in L.A...and I thought I'd never get to California.

I'm at home now (home bieng The UP, not Wisconsin). The cats are happy to see us. I'm still waiting on a tape from Swine. I don't care if you gave it to a honey.

Michael called. again.


shit.


resistence phasers are weakening...

must...

not...

succumb...

wishing everyone south of the 49th Parallel

Happy Thanksgiving

procrastinating from writing a novel.

what r u doing?

mpostlethwaite@ukonline

looking for my dad's
"Songs of Freedom" boxed
cd set. it should be
somewhere around his
computer...

Robert Nesta Marley.

now that's Thanksgiving
music.



docta llama: you'll get

drinking Winterhook.

listening to Big Head Todd & the Monsters and torrential rainfall.

helping to prepare a great meal.

wishing everyone here a happy and safe Thanksgiving.

call #3 came in at 9:30 a.m. this morning. looks like i have a date tomorrow night.

it is now 1:10 in the afternoon and i have hiked diamond head, swam in the ocean, and eaten an entire loaf of frosted lemon pound cake.

coming up: stuffing, gravy, and pie, pie, pie.

happy thanksgiving!

Please be careful Sarah. Remember: as good as he feels, it won't hurt you to go slow.

listening to the walls. it's the faint rustling again. i think it might be mice.

i don't understand why i'm in love with this guy. i really can't figure it out. it's something i can't name or explain.

unless i blessed with some miracle, it will never be the way i want it to be with him. and i don't have it in me to be just friends.

maybe i needed one more time to be sure. but please remind me not to do that again... now i have to start all over.

Well. That was thanksgiving alright.

Got a new winter coat today and tested it out in the snow flurries. Nice and warm. Say "End of Days" last night. Don't bother seeing it in the theater.

Actually saw some M2 the other night. They played a Marley video. I was suitably impressed and reminded of how MTV used to be, when they catered to all music fans and not just teenagers.

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i am listening to old antics of Nick Currie. trying to make myself dizzy. realizing that it was easier when i was younger to get dizzy cause i didn't have these breasts.

pondering new york and oving there. cross referencing colleges. looking for some sort of guidance or help in what i am doing with that whole thing.

"they say that crack kills. not me tho, i'm a worker bee."
-Captain Camera/Maxine/johnathan

if anyone has some help on moving to NYC please sent it to me.
(i promise not to rhyme anymore.)

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nothing.

Last week we were attending a "Wealth 2000" event put on by the regional Sierra business/environmental association (yes, I know,
oxymoron) and two other planners and I got to talking about guns and suicide. Never mind how it came up (Llama, I got to meet
Shelly Davis-King! and this week I did a CRM on-site and found a burial). I was saying that people do not commit suicide because
they have guns, nor is it the other way round. It's like in Anne Sexton's poem about Sylvia Plath, we are intrigued by the equipment. I
likened it to the fleeting moments when I wish I could be blonde again, but of course I don't have the stuff on hand. If I did, I might
use it on myself. We talked around this issue all week, and one day during lunch I went out and bought all the necessary
ingredients for blondism. Put them in my house. Available, but not showing. Finding out how shallow and opportunistic I can be.
In ways unrelated to death by suicide.

Looking at this time last year, and even a few months ago, and seeing how different it has become. Being despondent and
missing what was.

Sarah, grab all the Michael you can get hold of while it is available. Of all the regrets, not one was a Michael, nor will it be.

I did not go to see Captain Tractor. I didn't go to see my friend either. Instead I stayed home and worked on my anthropology assignment. I was dissapointed.

scratching.

and testing to see if this thing is in suspended animation or what. Even the TV hasn't changed since yesterday...

finally seeing the naked girl, she is made up of code. i was expecting an actual image......cute mark, assuming that is your doing.

just booked the house for new years in Big Bear.....should be fun, just need to round a few more to make it nice and cheap.....

digesting the thai lunch i had, coming back to a reality that doesn't consist of TV, smoke, and booze......the holiday is over!

totally getting off on this go kart records comp.
i think my brain is buzzing.

kymical is reborn.

"she is the jerk of all trades!!" -the Lunachicks

oh yeah...i think i am going to smoke in the house...who's gunna stop me?

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working working working working working working....late...son of a bitch...im working late.

being sick...

waiting for saturday.

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Pissed off because the support receptionist guy called out sick today and I've only been on the phones two days now and the clients can smell fear, being as how they all work at law firms. I have a series of lies laid out for them. "I'm dialled into someone's server right now; let me get the specifics from you and give you a call back as soon as I get out of here..." uh-huh.

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PARANOID!!!!!

just had two 3.0+ earthquakes within 20 minutes.....my 10th floor perch makes me scared

i didn't get the job in kauai. in fact, they didn't call, write, or otherwise notify me of anything during the "hiring process". i called yesterday to see what the deal is, and they said they already hired someone.

when i called the main office on Oahu, they said it was simply because they only considered current residents of Kauai.

but if i know anything about hawaii, i know they already knew the person they wanted to hire. the job wasn't even properly advertised.

oh well. i still have a good shot at the windward oahu director position, which would also kick major booty.

went to a funeral today, at which this verse from Proverbs was read, and wondered how many measure up...

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.
The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.
She will do him good and not evil all the days of her life.
She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh willingly with her hands.
She is like the merchants' ships; she bringeth her food from afar.
She riseth also while it is yet night, and giveth meat to her household, and a portion to her maidens.
She considereth a field, and buyeth it: with the fruit of her hands she planteth a vineyard.
She girdeth her loins with strength, and strengtheneth her arms.
She perceiveth that her merchandise is good: her candle goeth not out by night.
She layeth her hands to the spindle, and her hands hold the distaff.
She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.
She is not afraid of the snow for her household: for all her household are clothed with scarlet.
She maketh herself coverings of tapestry; her clothing is silk and purple.
Her husband is known in the gates, when he sitteth among the elders of the land.
She maketh fine linen, and selleth it; and delivereth girdles unto the merchant.
Strength and honour are her clothing; and she shall rejoice in time to come.
She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in her tongue is the law of kindness.
She looketh well to the ways of her household, and eateth not the bread of idleness.
Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her.
Many daughters have done virtuously, but thou excellest them all.
Favour is deceitful, and beauty is vain: but a woman that feareth the LORD, she shall be praised.
Give her of the fruit of her hands; and let her own works praise her in the gates.

i am trying to stall and considering calling off a blind date tonight with a guy who has the worst sense of humor i have come across.

i am down to the hour.
one hour until showtime.

i have a feeling that i shouldn't be going on blind dates with guys from the internet. i am young, spunky and witty.

abba, god and me.

i fear i am going to be better dressed and also have a better sense of style than he does.

but i want to give him a chance he could be a really great guy.
although he seems to find it funny that i am a vegiterian and keeps talking graphically about meat. and how much he loves it.

is it wrong to want a guy to choose you over a steak?

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