Author: splicer

I hate mak­ing goals because then I might fail at them. Well, tough shit. As Super­Sleuth says, “I’m not afraid to be a fail­ure.” Well, I am afraid to be a fail­ure, but I guess I can “act as if” for a few min­utes to doc­u­ment some goals. If I’m gonna screw up, I may as well do it in front of every­one else and not try to pre­tend that things are going accord­ing to plan.

So, by the time Burn­ing … Read the rest

Con­scious self	Over­all self

Take Free Ennea­gram Test

…it seems to say I’m a sex­u­al deviant. If only.… Read the rest

20 min­utes on the tread­mill, a sim­u­lat­ed 2 miles cov­ered in that time. Not great, but at least I’m get­ting in there and fight­ing the down­ward spi­ral back to but­ter­ball coun­try. I’ve been hold­ing at about 80 kilos for a while now, but that num­ber is deceiv­ing because I’ve been gain­ing fat and los­ing mus­cle pret­ty steadi­ly for about a year and a half now. I don’t have the strength or vital­i­ty I did even a year ago and I’m … Read the rest

The air­port shut­tle woke me up this morn­ing – not a good thing when you aren’t already all packed. My alarm went off at 6:45 and I don’t remem­ber a thing again until 8:10. For­tu­nate­ly, I only packed for one day and had lots of room in my bag. I dragged on my pants and shoes and stuffed every­thing else in my bag and went. The dri­ver cov­ered for me by say­ing that he was … Read the rest

I’m in the air­port shut­tle some­where in Wash­ing­ton State between SeaT­ac and Ever­green. I haven’t seen this many rust­ed out cars in the front yards of trail­ers since I was in the Carolinas.

The shut­tle dri­ver has the radio on the coun­try sta­tion. (Yes, Ham­mer­head, I remem­ber. The dri­ver choos­es!) It illus­trates some pret­ty pro­found cul­ture shock that in just a cou­ple hours I’ve gone from a place where they’re play­ing War Pigs on the radio sta­tion to a place … Read the rest

OK, in a few min­utes I’m off to Rachel’s memo­r­i­al ser­vice. See you all Sunday.… Read the rest

As I was about to get off the the #14 bus today, a cou­ple kids were giv­ing anoth­er kid trou­ble. There was some ruckus and swear­ing, and I heard one say, “give me your watch, take off your watch!” As the bus stopped the noise turned into phys­i­cal com­mo­tion and as I got up to get off, one of these kids – a skin­ny olive-skinned boy of about 16 I guess – tum­bled past me and his scoot­er crashed … Read the rest

It’s a damn good thing I’m not in Israel. I might do some­thing regrettable.

Memo­r­i­al Ser­vice dis­rupt­ed with tanks and tear­gas (thanks to Erik for pass­ing this link on to me)

I know… hav­ing more than three or four peo­ple gath­ered in one place is a secu­ri­ty haz­ard of some sort. There’s a rea­son that we have the right to assem­ble writ­ten into our Constitution—it’s the sort of thing that author­i­ties are scared of, so the U.S. founders want­ed to make … Read the rest

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/middle_east/2855263.stm

I met Rachel at Burn­ing Man and we trad­ed a few emails. I real­ly liked her a lot and I was hop­ing to get to vis­it her up in Wash­ing­ton at some point. I had in mind that she’d still be alive when I vis­it­ed, now I’m try­ing to make arrange­ments to go up there for a memo­r­i­al service.

Shit. Ain’t no two ways about this: it sucks.

It’s sort of bit­ter­sweet to real­ize that I’d … Read the rest

OK, it’s not like I don’t know how to pro­gram my VCR or what­ev­er, but I have to learn to start record­ing Star Trek and watch­ing it at a civ­i­lized time. It used to be on at 11:00, and then they moved it to mid­night, which means get­ting to bed no ear­li­er than 1am. Now it does­n’t start until 12:30 and some­times I think it would be nice to get to bed ear­li­er and … Read the rest