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coffee?

This here cup of coffee vibrated when I slid it across the counter. Made all kindsa fun bubbles. I like playing with Photoshop. I have a lot to learn.

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I’ve been downloading the etree shows for some time now. Thanks to either [tmo] or T. for that tip.

I love looking at things in the Wayback Machine .

I was raving about this for a long time when I saw it at a SIGGRAPH highlights viewing somewhere at MIT. Now I’vr found it again!!! Yay, Information Superhighway. Thanks Al Gore!

T., you would love this . I guess. If you’re into music that is.

Trees

Staying up late with photoshop has its rewards and its downsides.

In and around VA

Hiked to the Cascades today. On the way I saw this. It is indeed hunting season.

Go Go Pontiac.

It was nice to see the falls. Here’s a nice artsy fartsy shot of the falls.

I slept in my new tent last night. Woke up all giddy. Hope to sleep in it a lot in the Andes and so on. Gotta book a damn flight.

My mom wants to build a house. A dome to be exact. Gonna go look at one near Richmond,VA next Saturday.

Stuff, lots of it

Wow. I have so much stuff.

It's taking up quite some space. It's one hell of a sight as I'm planning to live out of a backpack for a few months very soon. I toy with the idea of getting rid of many of these material posessions but I'm always so tickled when I put them to use somehow that I just can't do it.

It's time to recycle the Nintendo Power and Popular Science stacks - there's really no need for them. I'd keep National Geographics. That's a national pastime, but Nintendo Power.... ?

Maybe I can stiff some poor unsuspecting kid with the comic books. It's not like mid 90's era Marvel Comics will ever be worth a damn. The first 20 issues of Spawn, maybe, but everything else? At least it was good reading - if only somerone had kicked me some Brautigan when I was 14.I think just like jazz I wouldn't have appreciated it.

Wow, the almost complete set of 1991 upper deck baseball cards. Maybe I can sell it on ebay for a dime.

Photography toys.
Clothes.
Old and new computers.
Stolen signs.
Books.
Stacks of Nintendo Power and Popular Science.
Tapes.
Baseball cards.
Comic Books.
Comic Cards. (eek)
Records.
Slide Projector.
Turntable.
Old comforters.
Some sarongs.
Fricket poles.
A truck.
Tools.
Boom Box.

Out

The truck has survived this far. It's full full full. The beautifully orange Check Oil light came on right after I left Teele Square Gas. I never got around to the oil change. There's a lot of stuff I didn't get around to.

What the fuck is it with drunk people. There's a guy in the other room YELLING, no, uhmmm... narrating about all these fights he's seen and shit. Shut the fuck up!

There was definitely a tear on my cheek. I had to pull my shit together to get some gas on the way out. Boston has been a good ride. Last night was crazy - Wicked team potluck, party and Ben's house and then Amy/Skip and crew's gig at the Common Ground. By the end of the evening everything started running together. Too much to deal with. Departure is powerful. Exciting.

Someday Cafe, Milky Way, Shinos, Cantab, Murphys... I'll miss ya. But it's really about all the people that make all these things happen. Thanks.

I'm in Ed Arnold's computer room in Joisey. Peet's here. Playing disc with the Northeastern team at Princeton - I shall pick up with them in the morning :)

... if I can find my cleats in the house that my truck has become.

Baahbwa

Everybody I know loves the

Diary Of An Unborn Child

Spend some time at show and tell music . If you find a gem, a comment would be appreciated.

Fruition

For months now I’ve been ripping my music to ogg vorbis . I must have a lot of faith that Neuros makes it big and that ogg will be supported in all the future portable players. Peace of mind lies in copying the 55 gigs of music, 660 albums over to another computer. Yay Backups. Thanks mr [tmo] for having 80 gig drives grow on trees. 8 hours later my poor SMC Barricade will finally be able to rest. As will I.

Ugh and the whole day was spent getting search parameters stored in the session and working on deployment for the consulting project i’ve been working on for 2+ months. Home stretch. :)

Genius

I was in Harvard Square last night looking to buy a comprehensive map of South America after a full day of sitting in front of the computer doing work.

Waiting at the cross walk a blue eighties era Chevy Nova-esque car cruises past. It was densely covered with stickers on the hood. Then I see that the roof and side of the car had them too. I think that's one hell of an excentric expression to have so many stickers on your car. It pulls away and mesmerized by the tail lights I realize there's not a single sticker on the rear of the car. Not even the bumper.

I whoop whoop and pump my fist in the air for a few seconds in recognition of true genius - people start staring at me - i slink away - wishing not to be commited to an institution.

Party + NYC = +++

What a great weekend.

I had so many good people show up for my going away party last friday. It turned into a fun dance scene towards the end - I’ll try to keep away from dj’ing drunk next time. It’s always such a blessing when a good mix of friends from various aspects of your life come together and get along well. I got lots of tips for South America travel. Things are coming together. I’m glad I got that 1/4 keg of Sam Adams - it kept the beer drinker kids rolling until the whee hours. I guess I’ll pay the credit card off later. I’m thinking of every dollar I spend as another part of a day I could spend travelling. A good party is requisite though. Some small sacrifices are in order.

Saturday noon it was up and atom to get the joint cleaned up and make a move down to NY to catch up with my good friend John Kruth who had a gig that Saturday night. Danny Barnes from the Bad Livers was in town to John put together “Varmint Farm” with Peter Stampfel formerly of the Holy Modal Rounders, and a few other key players.

Peter was so animated. It just made everyone smile. He was a big giggly ball of grin. If it wasn’t for his tallk frame and the gray hair I could have sworn he’s 5 years old.

Sunday was chill. Tim and I geeked out for a while installing antispyware and antivirus software on the computer at John’s place. Getting someone elses machine up and running cleanly sure makes me end up realizing how much random junk I know about computers. We spent more time than we had planned on with the computers. Computers suck time. I’m sittingin front of one right now. I get sucked in very easily. I do try to be productive - games are a rare rare sight on my laptop.

One of the funner events on the trip was throwing the disc on the Red Line in Boston on the way back do Davis Square. Having noone else on the subway car can definitely pay off. We kept throwing back and forth across Holland street as we walked home.

i’m out it’s bedtime

it's the eyes

louis the pug

Chuck

Everyone needs some arrhythmia in their lives. Upstairs Chuck is playing “American Pie” on that there guitar he’s got as I try to get some work finished. Well, as I procrastinate doing work by writing emails and reading the Sandman.

flower pods

Runkle Frisbee

These are the kids I’ve been playing frisbee with after school on Wednesdays at Runkle School in Brookline, MA. Salsa, far left, also works with kids at the Citizen School at McCormack School near Umass, Boston. I’ve gone out there a few times too. There’s a huge contrast between these two schools. The McCormack kids rat on each other full time pushing back on us mentors at every step of the way. It’s been quite learning experience working with them. The Runkle kids run out and greet us emphatically every time we step onto their grounds. They’re eager to learn and listen. Maybe it’s an age thing but there’s definitely a reflection of the world these kids grew up in. Brookine - affluence and stabilty breeds Honor Roll Students. The McCormack kids will kick your Honor Roll student’s ass.

Sister Repair

I remember when I was an Potlatch playing frisbee in Seattle, WA this summer I picked up one of the ultimate rags, Chasing Plastic or one of its peers. I was drawn to an article about doing a bit of home doctoring for the dreaded blood blister underneath the toenail. They can hurt so much and cause the nail to fall off. Not a good scene. I was a bit apprehensive about performing the procedure on myself after I read this article. Now I think I should have.

My sister came back from Nationals with two swollen toes. She had talked to another Boston ultimate player about her predicament and he suggested what I had read earlier. So we decided to get to work:

1. Ask patient if they would rather lose the toenail or have a hole in it that’s probably gonna be quite visible. I think the hole is a better idea.

2. Find a gas stove, a paperclip, pliers, and some gauze to absorb the undertoe-goop. Also, have some antibiotic creme and plasters for patching up in the end.

3. Heat up the paperclip on the flame. Hold it with the pliers. When the end is nice and yellow-hot it can melt/burn away toenail. It smells like burning hair. Gradually burn away at a hole until the goop squirts out. Generally there’s quite some pressure in there so you’ll know when you’ve hit it. Still, take it easy at first. It’s proably a good idea to put the hole farther towards the front of the toenail so that the hole grows out the front of the toe sooner.

4. Squeeze out all the funk and watch the patient sigh in relief as the painful pressure from the toe disappears. Patch it up with some salve and a band aid - good to go. I don’t know yet how well it heals but by the looks of it it will seal up quite nicely.

I was impressed by how well this worked. I can’t wait do do this for myself next season. I don’t know if I can. I might have to get someone else to do it.

Halloweekend

Clutch Halloween costume. Strawberry Tallcake will have to take the back-seat for another year. What have I got sitting around the house. Some black contractor grade cleanup bags, some velcro, some metal curtain rods. Hey, with a quick trip to the hardware store I can make a kick-ass set of wings. It wsa a fun project. I had ears on my head. Not a patch of skin showing. All black. Invisible pedestrian. Four hours after setting my mind to it I had a fruit bat kinda thing going on.

Costume? Check!
Accomplice? Check! [tmo]
Plan? Check!

The best part of the night was running around the street flapping my wings. I should have done that all night. Squeezing through narrow hallways with huge wings ain’t reccomended.

What a half ass night it ended up being. Halloween has too many parties. We went to 2 parties that didn’t really get near critical mass. Every second house on mission hill was having a party - so basically there were 5 people at every party - not wanting to let down their friends. I guess I’ve never been to a party that had hardcore gangbanin’ on the telly in the livingroom and dice playing in the dining room. There are always new experiences to be had. We got to the tail end of a good one in Somerville - but late late - it had kind of taken its course and it was hard to catch up. Fuck it - off to bed. Try again the next night.

Saturday party - 2 blocks from my house. Keg of Sierra Nevada. A few good friends. :) :) :)
What a good time. Maybe things were better because I ditched the bat costime and just wore some freaky clothes. Sure is easier to get around. Strawberry tallcake is gonna be kinda big too. and hot.

but it has to be done.