yesterday fish was saying to me "i really need to talk to a real do-it-yourselfer boat person" or something along those lines and i replied "it's time to introduce you to cass and eric."
i hadn't realized how much i missed these two friends! we brought beer, wine and veggies for stirfry over to their new home, S/V Lora Lee, and talked boats boats boats. eric had just finished installing an entirely new electrical system that afternoon.
i found an excellent picture of them in Lora Lee's galley on flickr. link here and check it out!
today fish and i took some pssg folks sailing and had a nice day of 12kt winds and mild weather.
fisher is almost entirely absorbed in the refitting of his vessel, and learning more about sailing. i love this about him, even though i complain about not getting enough attention. he is obsessed. luckily, he's also in love with me and determined to teach me more about vessel maintenance. i'm really effin fortunate to have people like fisher and nanette who aren't even related to me, and can't depend on me hardly ever for financial backup, yet include me in their major life plans. they know they can depend on me for everything else, of course. i'd do anything for those two.
speaking of that, in may we are building nanette & brian's cabin in the mountains! even my dad is going to help! come the apocalypse, yr gonna wish you were IN with our crowd...
gruner veltliner and oyster shooters
today at pike place market a truck full of oysters and mussels parked next to my van. the driver made a funny comment about what if our trucks ran into each other and it was something along the lines of that old reeses pieces commercial.
it was a long day. usually i work until 2 or 3 on fridays. today i worked until 5.
saw the biker who pulled that Jurassic Park spit on my van. resisted the urge to follow him and hunt him down.
carried 10 cases of wine up 2 flights of stairs at the market. spent a solid hour and a half at leschi market, where this kid from a big distribution company was chatting me up. he said his company dropped 20 cases there, and he was putting them away. i said oh, so you're a merchandiser? he said emphatically: "LEAD merchandiser. I lead the team. I go where the loads are really big." He also explained how he's going to get many more tattoos - for his kids and his friend who died in the war, and a full sleeve... I said "you're going to have to get a second job to pay for all those!" but he didn't think that was funny. I was actually kind of serious. I'd love a full sleeve myself but there's no way I can spend that kind of money on such function-less things.
fridays can be really crazy. it seems like so much goes wrong and yet there's tons of people doing nice things as well. i hurt my back this morning BEFORE carrying all that wine up the stairs at the market. i missed half my morning cut-offs (restaurants won't allow deliveries during lunch rush). and the tourists and parking at the market were nuts. but then there's that nice cop, NOT giving me a ticket for parking 2 feet instead of 30 feet from the stop sign. I think one of our clients talked her out of it. and then there's all these people opening doors for me- at least 5 times today! by the end of the day i think humanity came out ahead and i felt pretty positive.
had the urge to recognize my closest friends in the universe:
Nanette, who's always there to listen and include me in her plans.
Sonja, with whom i share all my secrets, even if they're shameful admissions. she never judges and loves me regardless.
Polly, who has been through a lot with me, and even though we're totally different, we always listen and learn from each other and rely on one another's support.
and last but not least is Jarad, who keeps me going when i need a guy to talk to, or just to talk about music or whatever. we know each other pretty well - i give him relationship advice and he makes sure to always tell me how smart, sexy and strong he thinks i am.
i have really incredible friends. i love them very much.
it was a long day. usually i work until 2 or 3 on fridays. today i worked until 5.
saw the biker who pulled that Jurassic Park spit on my van. resisted the urge to follow him and hunt him down.
carried 10 cases of wine up 2 flights of stairs at the market. spent a solid hour and a half at leschi market, where this kid from a big distribution company was chatting me up. he said his company dropped 20 cases there, and he was putting them away. i said oh, so you're a merchandiser? he said emphatically: "LEAD merchandiser. I lead the team. I go where the loads are really big." He also explained how he's going to get many more tattoos - for his kids and his friend who died in the war, and a full sleeve... I said "you're going to have to get a second job to pay for all those!" but he didn't think that was funny. I was actually kind of serious. I'd love a full sleeve myself but there's no way I can spend that kind of money on such function-less things.
fridays can be really crazy. it seems like so much goes wrong and yet there's tons of people doing nice things as well. i hurt my back this morning BEFORE carrying all that wine up the stairs at the market. i missed half my morning cut-offs (restaurants won't allow deliveries during lunch rush). and the tourists and parking at the market were nuts. but then there's that nice cop, NOT giving me a ticket for parking 2 feet instead of 30 feet from the stop sign. I think one of our clients talked her out of it. and then there's all these people opening doors for me- at least 5 times today! by the end of the day i think humanity came out ahead and i felt pretty positive.
had the urge to recognize my closest friends in the universe:
Nanette, who's always there to listen and include me in her plans.
Sonja, with whom i share all my secrets, even if they're shameful admissions. she never judges and loves me regardless.
Polly, who has been through a lot with me, and even though we're totally different, we always listen and learn from each other and rely on one another's support.
and last but not least is Jarad, who keeps me going when i need a guy to talk to, or just to talk about music or whatever. we know each other pretty well - i give him relationship advice and he makes sure to always tell me how smart, sexy and strong he thinks i am.
i have really incredible friends. i love them very much.
bike laws
we delivery drivers have a love-hate relationship with bicyclists. we love the ones who ride sensibly. we hate the assholes. my friend lamar who drives for another wine company, says he's seen the guy who went all crazy and suicidal around me (this guy has a kind of black star tat on the back of his right calf). my coworker said that if the same thing had happened to him, he would have made it his personal goal to hunt that guy down. it's good for both of them that it didn't happen to him. i've seen rick when he's pissed... and it happens that yesterday rick was driving in fremont, ready to take a right turn on a red, waiting/looking for traffic coming from the left. there's 4 bikers on the opposite side of the street waiting for the light to turn. one of them meanders into the crosswalk, even though the don't walk sign is up, and does a little circle right in front of rick, so that rick cannot turn right. then he looks up at rick and flips him off and mouths the words too - just in case rick missed something. rick flipped out for a little bit, then decided it'd be better to keep his job. i'm not convinced he'd have been fired by our company for beating down an outright asshole. who knows, maybe this guy recognized rick from somewhere else... but rick definitely didn't recognize him.
in georgetown there's a yahoo group where the whole neighborhood discusses events, issues, crime, stuff for sale, etc. there's about 3 or 4 postings per day. today they were discussing a new farmers market for the neighborhood and one of the guys posting had an automatic signature that said he was a bike lawyer. i linked to his site and read up on washington state and seattle bike laws...
raves:
it's LEGAL to ride on the sidewalk in seattle!!!
it's ILLEGAL to open your drivers side car door if it's going to hinder car or bike traffic.
rants:
it's LEGAL to ride in a crosswalk! though the law DOES state that they cannot suddenly enter where a driver might not see you.
kudos to this sensible lawyer though - he writes:
"Nevertheless, to quote my father, “it doesn’t matter if you are in the right if you are dead.”"
i'm so glad that next week is my last week of driving. then i go back to biking every day, and i'll be damned if i EVER taunt or harass or even give a dirty look to ANY DRIVER. there's a hell of a lot more pent up tension on the other side of that steering wheel.
in georgetown there's a yahoo group where the whole neighborhood discusses events, issues, crime, stuff for sale, etc. there's about 3 or 4 postings per day. today they were discussing a new farmers market for the neighborhood and one of the guys posting had an automatic signature that said he was a bike lawyer. i linked to his site and read up on washington state and seattle bike laws...
raves:
it's LEGAL to ride on the sidewalk in seattle!!!
it's ILLEGAL to open your drivers side car door if it's going to hinder car or bike traffic.
rants:
it's LEGAL to ride in a crosswalk! though the law DOES state that they cannot suddenly enter where a driver might not see you.
kudos to this sensible lawyer though - he writes:
"Nevertheless, to quote my father, “it doesn’t matter if you are in the right if you are dead.”"
i'm so glad that next week is my last week of driving. then i go back to biking every day, and i'll be damned if i EVER taunt or harass or even give a dirty look to ANY DRIVER. there's a hell of a lot more pent up tension on the other side of that steering wheel.
more reasons to be nice to people!
today a taxi driver pulled out of a business and parked in the road right in front of my van, that was coming up behind him. this was a one lane road and he took up the entire lane, got out of his car and went to talk to another car parked on the side of the road. this wasn't downtown - it was in the industrial area of seattle, so i didn't have too much trouble driving around him. i gave him my usual well-aren't-you-a-fucking-brilliant-driver look that i use about 3 or 4 times a day, and he looked right at me and clearly did not give a shit. he was obviously in the wrong and looked at me as though i was non-existent. and really, it was no big deal. i have to drive around people like this all the time. usually, though, they are tourists or yuppie women picking up their yuppie friends and not wanting to park. whatever. for some reason, though, i started thinking about seattle has always been such a polite, semi-orderly place, and how this guy, like many taxi drivers in town, are such blatantly bad drivers or really truly do not care about double parking no matter how many people back up behind them. maybe this always happens in new york. i don't know. i never knew it happened here. so my mind always follows it's own course to a Bigger Picture and I begin thinking about how so many taxi drivers are from the middle east and southern asia. they're working hard and making their way here in america, but when it comes right down to it, how could i think that a dirty look from me due to him not following traffic laws would EVER even register a blip on the radar of someone who's probably been closer to war, crime, struggle and real poverty than (knock on wood) I will ever experience in my entire life? our PRISONS are probably more comfortable than civilian life in many countries.
earlier today i recalled a conversation with a girl whose aunt works to help military families get counseling. this position was created for her after the first year that many gulf war II vets were discharged - well over a thousand of them had killed their wives. i think the number of wives killed was about 1500, according to this girl - who is a friend of one of my coworkers, and about my age. she said when these guys were in iraq they had to assume that every normal looking person, woman, child or couple on the street could try to kill them. then they get home and have fights with their wives and revert to this mode of extreme violence and anger that became 2nd nature - was even encouraged, i'm sure - while on duty.
there must have been tons of refugees and troubled vets living around us after vietnam. i don't know if it's because i wasn't old enough to really experience that, or because seattle seems so much more crowded now, but i'll admit i'm a little wary of where people's boundaries might be. i realize how stupid my road rage is when i think that me giving someone the finger might be the tipping point that makes them reach for their gun.
earlier today i recalled a conversation with a girl whose aunt works to help military families get counseling. this position was created for her after the first year that many gulf war II vets were discharged - well over a thousand of them had killed their wives. i think the number of wives killed was about 1500, according to this girl - who is a friend of one of my coworkers, and about my age. she said when these guys were in iraq they had to assume that every normal looking person, woman, child or couple on the street could try to kill them. then they get home and have fights with their wives and revert to this mode of extreme violence and anger that became 2nd nature - was even encouraged, i'm sure - while on duty.
there must have been tons of refugees and troubled vets living around us after vietnam. i don't know if it's because i wasn't old enough to really experience that, or because seattle seems so much more crowded now, but i'll admit i'm a little wary of where people's boundaries might be. i realize how stupid my road rage is when i think that me giving someone the finger might be the tipping point that makes them reach for their gun.
gattaca revisited
today i got ready, walked out the door looking at my keys thinking "i'm forgetting something" and then shut the door behind me, realizing only then that i'd picked up the wrong keys. locked out! 5 minutes prior my roommates had left for the bus stop. i ran like the wind to the nearest stop. nobody. i ran 5 more blocks to the main stop to see my roommate pete waiting there, and a bus about to pull up. he was still 2 blocks away! run run run cough cough cough "PETE!" he was probably afraid at first because only hookers and methheads run around yelling in this neighborhood but then i explained and he gave me his key. whew. i had 10 minutes to get to the Eagles hall for TWlC enrollment.
As it turns out, I live 3 blocks from the only TWlC enrollment center in Seattle. If that's not a sign to get my ass in gear I don't know what is. So here I go, deeper into the Matrix. Most of the guys waiting were around 50 and either truck drivers or merchant marine. A lot of them had not pre-enrolled online. One guy came in and said he didn't even have a computer, and all he had was cash (they don't accept cash). He could only offer his concealed weapons permit from the FBI as ID. I'd like to listen to some of HIS stories! While waiting for my turn, I could hear another guy behind the curtain - he sounded pretty old, and apparently his fingers were so well-worn that The System was rejecting his fingerprints. Two Matrix employees spent 20 minutes trying to mash his poor fingers onto the scanner. How funny that it almost seems without our numbers, papers, and fingerprints we barely exist in America. Ok ok so anyway it's my turn and the kid doing my paperwork is in a black suit, with a shaved head, about 25 years old. There's a few monitors, a scanner, some other doodads and a green glowing fingerprint scanner in front of me. While waiting for the scanner to copy my papers, he leans back and puts two splayed hands together, only fingertips touching. I could not resist asking "Do you ever feel like you're playing a part in the movie The Matrix?" Here he becomes very talkative and animated - "You're not the first person to say that!" and then I tell him how all of this, especially the green glowy fingerprint thing, reminds me of that movie Gattaca. He says "Oh my god that's like my favorite movie!" Surprise surprise! He really loves that movie. I said yeah it's really creepy to which he strangely agreed. But I'm probably being doomsday and dramatic about it all, I mean he had a great point when he commented on how the card and chip would make things easier. He said "I see all of you coming in with your licenses and letters, having to carry all of that around wherever you go. At least all of that information will be stored on the chip." And that part is true. If this whole house burnt down I'd probably risk my life just trying to get my Passport, MMD and license/cert stuff out. It's such a hassle to try and get new ones.
As it turns out, I live 3 blocks from the only TWlC enrollment center in Seattle. If that's not a sign to get my ass in gear I don't know what is. So here I go, deeper into the Matrix. Most of the guys waiting were around 50 and either truck drivers or merchant marine. A lot of them had not pre-enrolled online. One guy came in and said he didn't even have a computer, and all he had was cash (they don't accept cash). He could only offer his concealed weapons permit from the FBI as ID. I'd like to listen to some of HIS stories! While waiting for my turn, I could hear another guy behind the curtain - he sounded pretty old, and apparently his fingers were so well-worn that The System was rejecting his fingerprints. Two Matrix employees spent 20 minutes trying to mash his poor fingers onto the scanner. How funny that it almost seems without our numbers, papers, and fingerprints we barely exist in America. Ok ok so anyway it's my turn and the kid doing my paperwork is in a black suit, with a shaved head, about 25 years old. There's a few monitors, a scanner, some other doodads and a green glowing fingerprint scanner in front of me. While waiting for the scanner to copy my papers, he leans back and puts two splayed hands together, only fingertips touching. I could not resist asking "Do you ever feel like you're playing a part in the movie The Matrix?" Here he becomes very talkative and animated - "You're not the first person to say that!" and then I tell him how all of this, especially the green glowy fingerprint thing, reminds me of that movie Gattaca. He says "Oh my god that's like my favorite movie!" Surprise surprise! He really loves that movie. I said yeah it's really creepy to which he strangely agreed. But I'm probably being doomsday and dramatic about it all, I mean he had a great point when he commented on how the card and chip would make things easier. He said "I see all of you coming in with your licenses and letters, having to carry all of that around wherever you go. At least all of that information will be stored on the chip." And that part is true. If this whole house burnt down I'd probably risk my life just trying to get my Passport, MMD and license/cert stuff out. It's such a hassle to try and get new ones.
I have this friend....
who repeatedly falls for borderline narcissists. Her friends and family agree that she has always been a confident person. Yet studies show that only masochists STAY with narcissists.
Couldn't it also be said that it takes a truly confident person to maintain their identity and sanity while dating a narcissist?
Just a thought.
Couldn't it also be said that it takes a truly confident person to maintain their identity and sanity while dating a narcissist?
Just a thought.
note to self, don't become a paraplegic
Apparently it's impossible to un-google my blog! I turned off all the options for making the blog readable by search engines, but I think maybe the years of archives are still available, or something. LAME.
To LS and JA in particular, I finally posted more pics from bowling/sailing to flickr. Link is at the right.
Monday is the day I do everything I didn't do all week (or month, actually). I write a long list of things to do, then go back to sleep, futz around on the internet looking for a job in Ballard, eventually spend a few hours actually doing tasks, then drive to Ballard and sail or hang out on the boat with Fish.
I'm excited to have an ambitious and energetic slavedriver (hopefully) in my life. She's trying to get me a great job and wants to help with the magazine and related projects.
Alright.... time to go to the library to find those tax forms. Don't worry - I never owe. I just got my social security readout in the mail and I haven't made more than 10K a year except the one year I worked as a naturalist giving orca whale watching tours in the san juans. Get this - in 2004 I made less than $4,500!!! What's that Sterling Hayden quote? "If you are contemplating a voyage and have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change." I think I pretty much LIVE that quote. Oh no wait this one's even better: "To be truly challenging, a voyage, like life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest."
Makes a person resourceful. Builds character!
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how to create a Living Will or Power of Atty or whatever I can do to make sure that in the event I become paraplegic or unable to make my own decisions, Nanette will be the only person allowed custody of whatever is left of me. She's promised to wheel me out to the Sea of Cortez, letting me sit on the beach, sit around at Nobio Basecamp, maybe even on the rooftop deck. I'm not afraid of dying but we were hypothesizing about what could happen to us if we were trapped in our own bodies and put in the care of people we would never want to live with.... and I've been thinking about it a lot since then. What a nightmare to be stuck in a bed or wheelchair watching TV in Everett until I die, or staring out a window and chilled to the bone in the mountains, or being molested daily as a ward of the state. Please please someone sneak in and off me if any of these scenarios ever manifests itself.
Happy thoughts!
To LS and JA in particular, I finally posted more pics from bowling/sailing to flickr. Link is at the right.
Monday is the day I do everything I didn't do all week (or month, actually). I write a long list of things to do, then go back to sleep, futz around on the internet looking for a job in Ballard, eventually spend a few hours actually doing tasks, then drive to Ballard and sail or hang out on the boat with Fish.
I'm excited to have an ambitious and energetic slavedriver (hopefully) in my life. She's trying to get me a great job and wants to help with the magazine and related projects.
Alright.... time to go to the library to find those tax forms. Don't worry - I never owe. I just got my social security readout in the mail and I haven't made more than 10K a year except the one year I worked as a naturalist giving orca whale watching tours in the san juans. Get this - in 2004 I made less than $4,500!!! What's that Sterling Hayden quote? "If you are contemplating a voyage and have the means, abandon the venture until your fortunes change." I think I pretty much LIVE that quote. Oh no wait this one's even better: "To be truly challenging, a voyage, like life, must rest on a firm foundation of financial unrest."
Makes a person resourceful. Builds character!
In other news, I'm trying to figure out how to create a Living Will or Power of Atty or whatever I can do to make sure that in the event I become paraplegic or unable to make my own decisions, Nanette will be the only person allowed custody of whatever is left of me. She's promised to wheel me out to the Sea of Cortez, letting me sit on the beach, sit around at Nobio Basecamp, maybe even on the rooftop deck. I'm not afraid of dying but we were hypothesizing about what could happen to us if we were trapped in our own bodies and put in the care of people we would never want to live with.... and I've been thinking about it a lot since then. What a nightmare to be stuck in a bed or wheelchair watching TV in Everett until I die, or staring out a window and chilled to the bone in the mountains, or being molested daily as a ward of the state. Please please someone sneak in and off me if any of these scenarios ever manifests itself.
Happy thoughts!
fun = funds (sometimes)
depends on what you call fun.
for me, the marine swap meet in the fisheries supply parking lot on saturday would have been a lot more fun with funds. things i would have bought: small wooden blocks in great condition (no use for them yet.. but i love traditional block and tackle!), mini danforth anchor, chain, sextant, and a beautiful handheld compass - an antique i think. all sold off tailgates of about 50 cars and trucks. oh! and i started up a conversation with Heather Bansmer and Shawn Breeding, authors of Sea of Cortez - A Cruiser's Guidebook. they were selling this great book out of their truck. nan and the twins already have the book. we talked about san carlos and Shawn said he'd love to include Nan's Nobio Basecamp once she gets it built down there. Nobio Basecamp is going to be her and Brian's home, first and foremost, but also a place for their friends and fellow travelers/sailors to maybe have a hot meal, trade skills or goods, and even spend the night. It might also serve as a place to retrieve mail or have supplies shipped to for other DIY cortez cruisers. i'd like to figure out a way to get Nobio Basecamp, Jack Tar and Old Tacoma Marine more closely networked on the web....
the kayak twins are getting their WFR this weekend, which sounds like a lot of fun. nothin' says FUN like a backcountry injection!
even more fun than all that, and requiring no money at all, was the SUN, and the sailing with friends for hours on saturday. i look like a lobster and it was worth it!
for me, the marine swap meet in the fisheries supply parking lot on saturday would have been a lot more fun with funds. things i would have bought: small wooden blocks in great condition (no use for them yet.. but i love traditional block and tackle!), mini danforth anchor, chain, sextant, and a beautiful handheld compass - an antique i think. all sold off tailgates of about 50 cars and trucks. oh! and i started up a conversation with Heather Bansmer and Shawn Breeding, authors of Sea of Cortez - A Cruiser's Guidebook. they were selling this great book out of their truck. nan and the twins already have the book. we talked about san carlos and Shawn said he'd love to include Nan's Nobio Basecamp once she gets it built down there. Nobio Basecamp is going to be her and Brian's home, first and foremost, but also a place for their friends and fellow travelers/sailors to maybe have a hot meal, trade skills or goods, and even spend the night. It might also serve as a place to retrieve mail or have supplies shipped to for other DIY cortez cruisers. i'd like to figure out a way to get Nobio Basecamp, Jack Tar and Old Tacoma Marine more closely networked on the web....
the kayak twins are getting their WFR this weekend, which sounds like a lot of fun. nothin' says FUN like a backcountry injection!
even more fun than all that, and requiring no money at all, was the SUN, and the sailing with friends for hours on saturday. i look like a lobster and it was worth it!
rants and raves
rants:
to the very naturally beautiful and classy looking women living near 12th and Pike (probably in the fancy new condos), who are extremely uptight, even robotic acting - your children are waaaay to reserved and docile than what seems natural. it's creepy!
to the militant bicyclist who spit on my delivery van - i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that i actually didn't give you enough room, even though i'm pretty sure i did because i'm totally cool with riders like you who are following the law. i'm not friendly feeling towards riders who think they are above traffic laws downtown, and think they should be allowed to get away with a hell of a lot more than cars/trucks. the crazy thing about you was how suicidal you acted - twice going around to the left side in order veer in FRONT OF ME to "cut off" my huge van with your tender human body. FYI bicyclists: guys like this make drivers extremely unwilling to go the extra mile to accommodate you. i tried to talk to the guy but he was so busy trying to spit on my van that he couldn't even look at me. call me a fucking bitch or whatever - don't try to race me then throw yourself in front of my van! what an idiot. is it worth your life to "teach me a lesson"? normally i give bikers a wide berth i'm not sure anything would have been wide enough for you.
and shit... i don't even own a car.
to the lady who slammed on her brakes with 5 cars behind her on a dark highway-thanks for almost killing all of us to save a possum that none of us could see. i swerved to miss you and then saw the animal too late (i hit it)- but i kept my course because IT'S SAFER THAT WAY.
raves:
to the people of conway washington, for having the quirkiest photo ops i've seen lately - the dirtiest, hairiest hermit farmer standing like a statue in his field, the 3 longhorn cattle posing next to the road, and the hedge in the shape of a giant cupcake.
to the nice folks at volunteer park cafe who sometimes give me free cherry-chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.
to my roommates, who upon finding out that i was moving, gave me a $150 gift certificate to iboats.com for being "the most easy-going and tolerant roommate ever." how sweet!
(i'm considering buying the "spot" gps emergency locator)
secret rave to all the guys at my work. i get to work with 10 cute, smart and funny guys every day. they are awesome. i will miss them when i quit this summer.
to the very naturally beautiful and classy looking women living near 12th and Pike (probably in the fancy new condos), who are extremely uptight, even robotic acting - your children are waaaay to reserved and docile than what seems natural. it's creepy!
to the militant bicyclist who spit on my delivery van - i'm going to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume that i actually didn't give you enough room, even though i'm pretty sure i did because i'm totally cool with riders like you who are following the law. i'm not friendly feeling towards riders who think they are above traffic laws downtown, and think they should be allowed to get away with a hell of a lot more than cars/trucks. the crazy thing about you was how suicidal you acted - twice going around to the left side in order veer in FRONT OF ME to "cut off" my huge van with your tender human body. FYI bicyclists: guys like this make drivers extremely unwilling to go the extra mile to accommodate you. i tried to talk to the guy but he was so busy trying to spit on my van that he couldn't even look at me. call me a fucking bitch or whatever - don't try to race me then throw yourself in front of my van! what an idiot. is it worth your life to "teach me a lesson"? normally i give bikers a wide berth i'm not sure anything would have been wide enough for you.
and shit... i don't even own a car.
to the lady who slammed on her brakes with 5 cars behind her on a dark highway-thanks for almost killing all of us to save a possum that none of us could see. i swerved to miss you and then saw the animal too late (i hit it)- but i kept my course because IT'S SAFER THAT WAY.
raves:
to the people of conway washington, for having the quirkiest photo ops i've seen lately - the dirtiest, hairiest hermit farmer standing like a statue in his field, the 3 longhorn cattle posing next to the road, and the hedge in the shape of a giant cupcake.
to the nice folks at volunteer park cafe who sometimes give me free cherry-chocolate chip oatmeal cookies.
to my roommates, who upon finding out that i was moving, gave me a $150 gift certificate to iboats.com for being "the most easy-going and tolerant roommate ever." how sweet!
(i'm considering buying the "spot" gps emergency locator)
secret rave to all the guys at my work. i get to work with 10 cute, smart and funny guys every day. they are awesome. i will miss them when i quit this summer.
bookmark this
damn, blogger has a tiny icon on it's new blogpost page where if you accidentally hit it, it converts all your text to hindi. took me a while to figure out what i'd done. for a minute there i succumbed (succame?) to the fear that the terrorists had infiltrated blogger!!! oh no! (for all i know it could have been arabic).
anyway, bookmark this page if you want to see again. easy url to remember, but FYI i'm making it un-google-able. i'm still getting a ton of hits from kids in various countries seeking out goldslick. and every now and then somebody stalks a friend of mine. lame!
more pics will be up on flickr sometime this week. (bowling, sailing, etc.)
anyway, bookmark this page if you want to see again. easy url to remember, but FYI i'm making it un-google-able. i'm still getting a ton of hits from kids in various countries seeking out goldslick. and every now and then somebody stalks a friend of mine. lame!
more pics will be up on flickr sometime this week. (bowling, sailing, etc.)
my peeps are the coolest!
i hang out with the coolest people in the world - boat people! friday night our new little cruising club met up and talked boats, saturday fish and i had a GREAT SAIL in puget sound, then watched dvds in the vberth before sleeping. sunday we worked on the boat, i hung out with nan a bit, then i met fish, the kayak twins, new friends danielle and her roommate hilary (tall ship sailor) at sunset bowl, where adrian and lia had been bowling and drinking for 17 hours straight. right now they are in their 24th hour of bowling - celebrating the last days of Sunset Bowl, a ballard institution and the last bowling alley in the immediate seattle area. maybe all of seattle proper. In a week it gets demolished. Probably for more fucking yuppie condos... who knows.
Here's pics and vids from my weekend. They are a bit long, but i'm actually IN THEM. the first has a lot of references to personal jokes. the 2nd is one of the last games of bowling being played, with adrian and lia taking a time out for burgers and white russians.
