loving my new job.

it's not just the work, which is fun and brings out the best in my otherwise dormant Type A side.

it's the break room. it's huge and loaded. it has this neat industrial coffee maker. except that they're serving up really good Hawaiian Isles brand Kona coffee. and you don't even have to pour any water in it; it's already hooked up automatically to drip through the right amount. if you can't wait for coffee to be brewed, there's Folgers (ewww). there's herbal and black tea. and there's hot cocoa, instant hot water, two refrigerators and two microwaves, and full-on restaurant style booths where you can sit and hang out, and a television. windows on both sides of the room.


oh, and i have a dumb joke for you all:

What do you get when you cross a Jehova's Witness with a Unitarian Universalist?



Someone who knocks on your door but they're not entirely sure why.

working... kinda.

The microsoft exchange server is down. That means no email.

Usually, when something breaks, email flies around... the helpdesk gets piles of messages, and things are back up soon.

Just now, people are realizing that they don't even know where the helpdesk is actually located.

Can't... Email.... :)

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designing campgrounds.

waiting for the bubbles to burst. Hey, just got an email from a west coaster who read about me in "Practice Strategies" mag...though I can't find it on the Net and it was just an interview, but....such fame doesn't assuage (such a funny word!) my need to live in round rock house lakeside where I can grow my vegetables in piece...

nice coat hanger Mark...

I have kind of of a thing for the Counting Crows,and the Wallflowers,I,m proud I saw them in concert.The song about her going and dying her hair red,that,s JD doesn,t he have beautiful eyes?People alway,s ask me if my eyes are that blue or if I have contacts.I heard more of that in Costa Rica than anywhere in America,and I get that here too.My big daddy got me a little figurine of a monk with a bowling ball and sucking his thumb,it was just up my alley.

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sick of editing. need more vacation.

dry humping the barnyard.

recalling my weekend. Yes, a great weekend. The wife came home early Sat am. It was good I was hung-over. After 12 hour s on a plane, we were equally dispositioned. I bought her daisies, her fav. She made out of china and Hong Kong like a bandit. $900 Louie Vitton (spell?) handbags and such for under $100. Hot or knock offs it's all the same. She even ran into a group of Louie V execs who adored her wares, all the while sweating bullets at customs. She brought me back some Shochu (spell?). It tastes better than sake over ice and packs a bigger punch.

Sat. we laid around......late that night, we went to Hank's, the "oldest and friendliest bar" in LA. I must agree after my second visit. It's one of two places in LA you can go at midnight on a Sat. and have 9 empty seats at the bar. the 6 of us took up all 9 and the juke box as well. Got liquored with Angry Sam and his brother despite his 7am call Sunday. He has been dating this girl, sweet girl, and man can she drink. She and the wife kept pounding Jager all the while she was protesting her stamina was due to her Irish heritage. I didn't argue because she was wrong. I just liked hearing her get progressively drunk with each shot and dance. Bowie is absolutely danceable! The wife loves to dance. The one straggler in the bar who was absolutely messmerized because we came in like a howl, two beautiful drunk ladies and turned the quiet place upside down. He asked me if he could dance with my wife. I was in the middle of conversation with C and I naturally paid no regard to him and said "what the hell do I care...ask her" He took that as a yes....when he proceeded to try and interupt her and our girlfriend, she turned and yelled at him "what are you doing can't you see I am dancing with her! Stop trying to grind you ass with me, this is Rebel Rebel not Jennifer Lopez !!!!" I think I sported an erection at that point. To see that pathetic man crawl back under his bar stool only to try and get me to go smoke pot with him in the car was utterly amusing to me.

We played hooky yesterday. Went house shoppign with little luck. I think we may find aloft downtown. needing the space bad!

I am glad she is home.


Yeah....definitely.


We are happy lushes and it's about time for a sip.

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Thinking about how mark came to LA. , I had no idea. Not that we are exactly friends. He is more of a landlord type figure I suppose.

I do enjoy the writing though mark.

A week after the fact.....I realize it's not really important. Seeing the Hollywood sign pic, mark must have been a block away from me. Why is that so neat to think of? Should any other sorabjites come here, I am happy to host you to a drink or a drive up to the observatory. I feel it's a "duty". This is my home for now.
Welcome.

I'll be back thru LA some day. It'll make the newspapers.

came out in the hole doing my travel expense forms. Must spend more next time. Maybe I'll have to get my own room.

Realized that I had a $46 per diem, and could have eaten better than I did at the conference.

J: I didn't get that postcard, my webmail sucks. Send it to my home email (posted here)instead.

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i'll be in LA in may.

goddamnit.

but nearly sequestered.

hacking up lungus fungus, desperately searching for my consulting records, and cringing with every verse of "friend of the devil."

i got allergies, chest cold, fever, a miserably reported fiscal year, a worse attitude and a mean urge to send that slap-happy dead-crooning hippie straight out the god damn window if he doesn't stop singing that stupid fucking song.


anyway.

i think i feel much better now.

thanks for listening.

by the way, go rent "The Insider".

that film has gotta be the most compelling movie i've seen in years.

giggling.
snicker, snicker..finding the lyrics to a song I knew as a top 40 listening teenager tremendously funny now that I'm about to top 40.

little willly willy won't go home
cause you can't push willy round
willy won't go
try tellin' everybody but oh no
little willy willy won't(ba ba dum ba da)
go home....

Shoot. Willy can take up residence rent free with no complaints..if only he'd show up.

listening to artillery.

and the band Quixote.

laughing.

it snowed last night.
it's fuckin APRIL 12th
(i expect this sort of
shit in march, but not
damn near MAY)
so i attempt to get in
the car.
nope.
my car door is frozen
shut.
i pull it.
i yank it.
i punch at it.
i kick it several times.
i hit it with a
snowshovel.
i pour boiling water over
the ice.
i kick it again (ninja
style this time)
nope.

for a breif moment i
enjoy the thought of the
weather conditions being
a valid excuse for
missing 6 hours of
classes, and that's when
the passenger side door
finally decides to give.

bastard!

i crawl through the
passenger side. i hit the
door. i punch the door. i
body slam the door.
nope.
still frozen. i start the
car (i'm now 45 minutes
late)...and the door
opens, easily, with
flair, just to piss me
off.

it'

bullshit tech support for GTE

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slip slidin' away
slip slidin' a-way-ay-yay
the more you're nearin' your destination
the more you're slip slidin' away.

intrigued at your intensity Mark. Your stories tell everything about you.

macking tickets to the Online Hip Hop Awards tonight.

"undisclosed location" my ass.

i wanna see bus-a-bus and mos def spit "do it now" live and in full effect.

my body, mind, and wallet keep telling me to go home and recover, but what the hell do they know?

fretting about taxes and deadlines of all sorts. guh.

good with mint jelly.

wanting

unstoppable.

listening to the reception of my netscape radio flicker in and out. it says i am listening to adorable japanese rappers cibo matto, but i'm not.

i downloaded communicator last week because one day my old 3.01 told me to. i never really understand how to work any of this stuff, and have spent the past week stumbling upon the various capabilities of my browser. today it was the radio.

Talking to someone in Invercargill who has no idea what they are doing.She's a lovely lady, from Scotland originally, but has no clue when it comes to using computers.

I'm telling her how to set up a new report.

plotting my own downfall
...
and waiting for the summer
to come in

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carving wood frantically.

it's Ishmael's birthday today (4/13). He is now the same age as me.

He wore my favorite outfit and encouraged me to touch his face today. He's very soft.

making plans




going to the 42nd annual Miss Exotic World Burlesque show out in the desert. It's the olympics of historic burlesque. This is the only place you could see beautiful women in their 60's and 70s, famous dancers from the 40s and 50s do their classic strip teases'. Of course there are the younger girls....such as my friend, she is dancing again this year...Cherry Tarts she and her group are called. HOW FUN!!!!

It's seems kind of a surreal, being at this women's house/museum for burlesque out in the middle of freakin nowhere. Confirming my status as photographer for the event. Of course there are many other guys with cameras and such, but weed out the middle-aged hubby's getting cheese shots for wank material and boyfriends capturing their girlfriends on stage...you are left with afew serious journalists for industry rags and then me......hoping to take different more documentary perspective....should be fun.....

exotic world
http://aeve.com/exoticworld/mew00.html

lamenting the tenents of her southern upbringing. My fine lady (albeit dead) granny would slap me silly for conducting myself like a yowlin' she cat,...and that other thing is a sin.

Maybe that's why she was so mean.

listening to reggae.

My brother's recital was very good. I had noidea how awesome a saxophonist he is.

Feeling very slackful today, and am working very slow.

Have to make adecision in the next three months whether or not I want to stay here another year. My gut says no, but it's a guaranteed paycheck. Must find new job...

yowl..yowl..yowl!

Funny...Just read Mark's LA story, and I too got stuck ny the wing on each of the four flights last week. Which, when you are interested in landscapes and how people fit into them, is a major bummer.

kicking ass.

all across the board.

sadisitic

perhaps it's the hockey-fest up-in-coming at my fav pub in 1/2 hour......


yeah


it's the hockey......


fuckoff

My head is going to explode from all the cramming I'm doing for my A+ exam. I'll die if I flunk.

Otherwise, life is really busy. The boys and I are all taking Karate together, the gardening season is upon me, then there's work and all the normal house stuff.

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finishing the last of revisions for a four hour presentation to be given Saturday, eating lethicin granules mixed in with my granulated vitamins, taking B-12 and bryonia alba and ignatia amara so that I can keep on my feet for the training, and sounding reasonably fit for duty.

Considering moving to a lake with a smaller but damn right impressive rock house to live in...adding 35 miles to my commute. But it's water. Water, Sarah, the strength is in the water. I like your quote; it's my favorite element, being aquarian. And.

Enjoying being off at least one more week, possibly two, from my hospital duties and that means, yes, that means more time to procrastinate on the chapter I've not finished in the last three weeks cuz I spent too much time emailing and sleeping.

And. Envying Patrick, whose work some days must be too interesting for words.

What a life.

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I,m waiting to tell you about the pigions at San Jose,one shhit on my leg,those people liked them.,I need to live far away from bird doo.

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pill-popping no longer. It's been 6 months and I've never been healthier. Huzzah!

Drove around town like a fugitive today, the sky intermittenly raining, the car either too hot or too cold. It was actually just too stuffy, but I didn't want to roll down my windows too far since I had Fiona Apple going pretty loud. It was a piss-off day, it was a middle-of-summer day.

I like the smell of rain on the wet earth.

Became less erratic after the sun came out after 5 and I had some ice coffee in my hand.

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rocking my bells.

common at S.O.B.'s or groove collective at the wetlands?

no bling bling, all sooki-sooki now.

i guess i'll get some sleep when i'm dead.

dreaming soupy rice

all charged up.

copping Make-Up/Dub Narcotic tickets for tomm night......wahoooo!!!!!!

devolving at an alarming rate.

by this tim etomorrow, the brow ridges will be pronounced and my forehead sloped back. I will have a substanial amount of body hair, and a brain size of 900 cc.

i will beable to flint knap crude choppers and make cutting tools out of flakes, and I might even know how to make fire.

seven shots fired at the house next door to mine last night.

there were detectives hanging around, but none of them as cute as mid-series Bayliss.

oh, patrick.

dub narcotic suck.

if you like dub narcotic, you suck.

reality. be real.

and goddamit, this shitty dub band is fucking up negativland on kcmu right now.

it's not even funny.

http://elmo4.uwtv.washington.edu:8080/ramgen/encoder/live.rm

bite me

Forget that last post I made,am going to call the asian stud today.