Author: splicer

I’ve been putting up with bad phone wiring in this apart­ment for more than a year now, with a line split­ter stick­ing out of the one work­ing jack, and phone wires snaked across the floor into the liv­ing room and into the serv­er clos­et, where the DSL “modem” is. Well Christ­mas day I start­ed the wiring project and dis­cov­ered a cou­ple of things about the phone wiring here. That got me about halfway there. Today I got on hands and … Read the rest

It seems that some peo­ple are attract­ed to non-lin­ear­i­ty because deal­ing with the world in lin­ear terms is too dif­fi­cult. These peo­ple toss up their hands and give up, say­ing “hey, man, you can’t make those kinds of judge­ments. The uni­verse is all, like, abstract and stuff, you know? So like red light, green light, it’s all the same thing. Ril­ly mis­ter offi­cer you’re total­ly harsh­ing out my free­dom to under­stand the uni­verse as it speaks to me.”

Oth­er peo­ple are … Read the rest

Why is that? I just love watch­ing the rain come down and make thou­sands of lit­tle rip­ples in the pud­dles on the street. I only wish I could hear the rain­drops on the rooftop like I remem­ber from my youth, or from when I lived where I had a sky­light. It does­n’t even make sense. I just love it.… Read the rest

Just got off the tread­mill. Haven’t been on it in months, since I’ve been lazy and not mak­ing it to the gym much late­ly. When I have made it in here, I’ve wimped out and got­ten on the sta­tion­ary bikes. I did three miles on the tread­mill. I want­ed to do five, but con­sid­er­ing it’s my first time in a while, three is pret­ty good. Five miles would have been a lot for me when I was at 70 kilos … Read the rest

Fresh car­rot juice is sooooo good. And car­rot juice in a bot­tle is sooooo bad. Most things aren’t like that. They’re like good/not as good or bad/worse or kin­da ok/kinda not on the fresh/bottled matrix. But car­rot juice just runs scream­ing from one end of the spec­trum to the other.

I used my juicer for the first time today.… Read the rest

I’m back in my old hood, up on Alamo Square. I’m here to pick up cat food, but I’ve tak­en a detour up the hill to sit on this park bench and write.

This place seems off-lim­its to me now and I don’t like it. It’s been almost two years since I moved out. There are but­ter­flies in my stom­ach as though I might get caught. I am not stalk­ing Vik­ki; from what I know she moved sev­en months ago. So … Read the rest

Try­ing to fig­ure out what to do tonight. I’m on Bart on my way to Oak­land to meet up with El Des­ti­no and per­haps go catch a movie.

Tonight the new DePal­ma flick goes up against Eminem’s screen debut. Iron­i­cal­ly the Eminem movie looks like it’ll be the soul­ful intel­lec­tu­al­ly-chal­leng­ing choice up against smut­ty trash, but that’s always a tough choice.

Might also see Bowl­ing for Columbine, which I’ve not seen, or Spir­it­ed Away, which I admit even more … Read the rest

I can’t believe what a full day I had today! It sure beats the heck out of bor­ing, although I have to admit that with the dra­ma that goes on around mak­ing a liv­ing, some­times bor­ing sounds good to me.

I woke at a (some­what) rea­son­able hour, and got up and start­ed to work with­out much dawdling, too. Even so, I was­n’t able to get much progress made on my to-do list before more work came in. One of my clients … Read the rest

I think maybe I’m too old and (some­times) make too much mon­ey to be a «starv­ing artist» but some­times I do scrounge for food. Well, last night after resign­ing myself to a week of beans, rice, and oat­meal, I dis­cov­ered an unopened pack of hot dogs in the refrig­er­a­tor. Hey, that’s din­ner! Or lunch. Or something.

Any­how, I’m out of cat­sup or ketchup or what­ev­er it’s real­ly called. Une­n­amoured of the idea of eat­ing my hot dogs dry, I plun­dered … Read the rest