No Heroics, please.

just a few more photos for bren...;)

2008-09-06T11:54:00.000-07:00

picture~story:

select photos by (es)

2008-09-04T21:46:00.000-07:00

my hunny at site santa fe modern art museum:

coffee every morning on the back patio:

my baby - sideways:

adobe casita - sf, new mexico:

Santa Fe to Taos

2008-09-02T19:20:00.000-07:00

Schyler and Jessica stopped by Santa Fe for a short visit on their way from Scott City Kansas to Bend Oregon. Dolly-baby and Sid-bear got to play, while us adults went out to take in some live music with food & drink- It was a nice time.

We moved from Santa Fe up into the mountains to Taos...it's beautiful here.
Tomorrow we're going to tandem bike around the plaza, stopping at museums and galleries.

More to come....

The moon went down...

2008-08-29T10:07:00.000-07:00

The Adam's family stopped by mid-move from Tulsa Oklahoma to Bend Oregon.
The move was taken in an 80's Toyota van stacked to the gills with the items they
felt fit to keep. It was nice to get to know their two boys, Eliot and Ettien. Drinking the best happy hour
margarita's and wondering around the streets of Santa Fe. We spent a few hours in the Plaza on Wednesday
taking in the scene, when we all saw a real life taco stand, and not just any taco stand, the most well known
and loved taco stand in all of Santa Fe- They make a huge carne asada that we all shared, it tasted wonderful,
but I ate only a small bite thinking I would save room for a frito pie at the five and dime. I never had the frito pie
but my sparing consumption of the street taco saved my insides from the night of hell faced by Esther, Ryan and Ceiara... Vile, vile sickness struck the casita, sharing one small bathroom, sleeping only the minutes of quiet between the sick, sick bathroom noise. The illness reached into all of Thursday...the Adam's family left last night and Esther finally rested.

My birthday post coming soon...

dispatch Santa Fe

2008-08-25T14:37:00.000-07:00

Vacation starts now.

We rented a little casita a few blocks off the Plaza, with cow skulls, blue tile, plaster walls and all.
It's old (1950's) but well kept and updated- should be posting photos of the casita and
the rest of Santa Fe soon. Now a quick list of a few things we want to do while on vacation:

1) Sleep
2) Tandem bike ride down canyon road
3) Write
4) Eat green chillies
5) Eat red chillies
6) Shop for turquoise man rings
7) Read some Edward Abbey
8) Spa day
9) White water raft
10) Drink an entire pot of coffee every morning

Dead of Winter List.

2008-01-20T12:56:00.000-08:00

1) Cowboy poems

2) Sundance

3) The Delivery man by Joe Mcginniss jr.

4) forgiveness

5) Back in Nashville for 10 days

6) Caribou snow boots

The List is back...

2008-01-10T06:01:00.001-08:00

1) A new year.

2) Ron Paul.

3) Wilco at the Ryman sunday march 2!! this is huge, the Ryman is the mother church of coutry music, the first home of the Grand Ole Opry !!

4) My Pasta maker.

5) New cat power album.

6) Amy Winehouse Grammy nod' for "Rehab"

7) Britney spears mom Vs. Dr. Phil, it's like two kids in school you don't really like fighting in the hall, you just hope some how they land a right at the same time and BAM double knock out!

8) The world cheapest car ($2,500) unveiled today in India it's called the "Nano" now more people can drive more cars and burn more oil...Thanks India!

9) Nashville

10) 3 day weekend with my wife !

To Wyoming we go.

2007-06-27T16:31:00.000-07:00

Housewarming the morning-after.

2007-05-24T14:27:00.000-07:00

We drank wine, grilled meat, Spun Records...

Thanks to everyone who warmed our home last night.

A list of jive.

2007-05-17T12:31:00.001-07:00

The death of Jerry Falwell (high-five)

FISHER SPACE PEN- write in the rain, or space.

NEW BALANCE 574- the best running shoes.

XM SATELLITE RADIO- I keep it on XMPR (public radio), X-country (Alt-country/Newgrass), XMU (College radio).

DINOSAUR JR- playing the showbox!

Into Great Silence-a 164 min Doc on the monks of the Grande Chartreuse.

BBQ Pork Ribs on my Webber tonight.

Old Starflyer59- Gold,Silver.

Sleeping with the windows open.

A few of my favorite things.

2007-05-16T12:53:00.000-07:00

Sarah's Stuff...

2007-05-15T14:15:00.000-07:00

What I found in an old box of Sarah's.

One Amy Grant house of love CD

Two decks of Star Trek the next generation, the card game

One 12 oz bottle of Aloe Vera Gel

One pink mail box/stamp holder

One Anthony Robbin's POWERTALK cassette

One Seattle Art Museum ticket from Sunday February 2, 1997

One hay doll from Mexico

One un-cashed check from Tom and Karin Harmer for $27.50

One Amtrak ticket from Salem, OR to Seattle, WA from July 29, 1998

One photo of Shelby at Montana camp helping Steve and Bo Stern pack up the Maguire's van(Priceless)

wide awake!

2007-05-14T11:02:00.000-07:00

1) 1509 - Battle of Agnadello: In northern Italy, French forces defeat the Venetians.

2) 1952 -The birth of David Byrne, Scottish-American musician (Talking Heads)

3) 1998 - The death Frank Sinatra, American singer and actor

4) Dolly and Tuesday (hate fest)

5) See Mystery Lights

6) Monday off

A new week, a new list.

2007-05-09T09:31:00.001-07:00

Stumptown coffee in Bend

Timex 30m watches

George Bush smitten by her Britannic Majesty, Queen Elizabeth

The new Bjork record (Volta)

Ice cream and Black butte porter floats

Wearing out my Levi’s

Reynolds pond

Bend Distillery’s 95proof Mountain Gin’N’ Tonic

W. Blake’s Jerusalem

My dad and Abbie driving to Wyoming

My wife in her new black and white number

Saddle Soap

OSCAR DE LA HOYA VS. FLOYD MAYWEATHER fight Pay Per View at the Preschers/ Cindy’s Chili Dogs

It was the best of times it was the....

2007-05-03T13:33:00.000-07:00

Friday list..

2007-04-20T20:14:00.000-07:00

Dolly Parton (My puppy)

Esther Christine (My Wife)

Emmylou (My Airstream)

Airstream dreams do come true!

2007-04-11T12:02:00.000-07:00

Friday.

2007-03-30T21:16:00.000-07:00

The Friday List:

Fish and chips from the mill-creek brewpub(Walla Walla).

On this day in history, "President Ronald Reagan was shot and wounded after a lone gunman opened fire in Washington."

Alison Krauss.

Miller high life.

Almonds.

Ginger Rogers.

My dad's voicemail's.

Falling asleep with my I-pod on.

Washington Apples.

The sunrise over windmill blades.

All sunday in Seattle with Esther.

Death or sunday.

2007-03-26T15:49:00.001-07:00

Monday list of favorite things.

Ayinger Bräu-Weisse Bavarian wheat beer.

Lincoln Stain Wax Shoe Polish.

THE WISDOM OF MENOPAUSE, by Christiane Northrup.

Esther at 5:30 am.

My red thermos , full of french-pressed coffee.

Band of Horses, everything All the Time album.

The March 22 List.

2007-03-22T19:17:00.002-07:00

Bill Gates is finally getting his Harvard degree -- 32 years after his drop out.

Bob Wills -- Western swing.

Breece D'J Pancake short stories (trilobites)

Swedish Fish.

The first day of spring.

Barbecue.

The 6 pack of Heineken on ice, in the sink of my hotel room.

Justin Timberlake being denied official recognition in his home state of Tennessee because of the racy titles of some of his songs.

The french.

2007-03-16T11:15:00.000-07:00

The Friday list of things.

The Neon Bible Album: Arcade Fire.

Bruce Nauman's Works with Light at the Henry Art Gallery Through May 6.

"The Irish Vampire Goes West" movie.

The Day the Pig Fell Into the Well, By John Cheever

Vashon WA.

Shelby and Sheldon driving back from Cheumult at 11:15 PM.

Drinking the last of 'Scott's Coffee' with Esther.

The BBC News.

Corned Beef & Cabbage.

Riot outside the US embassy

2007-03-13T22:22:00.000-07:00

extraordinary ink.

2007-03-12T13:38:00.000-07:00

Web-poll-what should my next tattoo be?

(well since Shelby is the only one who reads this i could have just e-mailed him)

Off to Vashon.

2007-03-09T11:58:00.000-08:00

We are looking for land on Vashon today
Wish us luck.

Bring out your dead.

2007-03-07T09:27:00.000-08:00

More than 30,000 funerals in Britain last year were nonreligious, as families turn increasingly to "celebration-of-life" ceremonies rather than church services. A celebration of life is a celebration of God, don't you think?

The rise is being attributed to people's growing willingness to admit that they are non-believers, and to their desire to avoid "hypocrisy".

Christine Frain, 62, from Chiswick in west London, decided on a non-religious funeral for her husband Ron, a photographer who died of cancer in December. She said the 75-year-old jazz fan had not believed in God or an after-life, so a more personal affair "with plenty of Miles Davis" was more true to him.

Most non-religious services take place in crematoriums. Up to seven out of 10 bodies are cremated, which is the cheaper option.

America?

2007-03-04T21:27:00.000-08:00

Ten days in a sleazy border town in Mexico is not so outrageous. At times it can be rowdy, even a bit feral. But far from an exotic location. Although, It did strike me with a mood, the atmosphere and tone of Mexico sticks inside your eyelids. I wrote more in those ten days then I have in the last few months, my mind was ripe with ideas and I think Mexico is to blame. When you can't understand most things you read or see, you must follow other lines of logic. Your forced to look deeper into what people may be speaking or doing. I think fear plays a part, your told not to walk into certain districts that are said to be unsafe for tourist, so you walk as close as you can, a street or so away and look as far as you can, in hope of seeing something sinister. You’re always watching your back. Thinking about people this way does dreadful things to your mind.

I loved walking the streets with my I-pod, The Clash, The Rolling Stones, Starflyer 59, Johnny Cash, Buck Owens, and Jeff Buckley, all giving to the ambiance of the city. I was getting my cowboy boots shined one morning; I-pod playing Bright Eyes ‘first day of my life’. The world was playing tricks on me. I could see two men with coffee waiting on a city bus, a girl who looked like my Spanish sister smoking a cigarette, taking small drags like she only had one lung. A dog was running in traffic, horns may have been honking, I can't say for certain my ears had music covering them. A boy, no older then six, handed me a news paper and I looked at the front page, there was a photo of people drinking wine, that was all I could understand, so I sat the paper down, reached in my pocket for five pesos. Then the song slowed down and alleged ‘I’d rather be working for a pay check, then waiting to win the lottery. Besides, maybe this time is different, I really think you like me.’ A few pigeons landed next to the shoeshine man, who stopped in mid-shine, grabbed a handful of seed from a halved mild jug. His hands were black and fat, his face was round like he had more Indian than Spanish. He was missing teeth but smiled like no one ever told him. When he was done the song was Iron & Wine; "Red Dust." I paid three dollars(US)for the best shoeshine I’ve ever been given. He asked me, “Where are you from?” I could not hear him, so I turned the music down, he asked again, “Were are you from?”
“Oh, I'm from America,” I said.
“America?” Said the shoeshine man.

2007-03-02T11:30:00.000-08:00

By taxi in the morning, 10:30 Delta to San Fran then Seattle.
I love mexico.

Vida abajo al sur.

2007-03-01T12:38:00.000-08:00

Tijuana is treating me admirably; we had a nice afternoon rainstorm, it happens sudden when you’re this close to the coast, blue-sky morning, rainstorm afternoon. I ran for covering finding a tin roof over hang in front of a fruit stand. There was a group (4-5) catholic school kids, girls and boys dressed in blue and gray blazers or skirts taking refuge from the hard rain. They were smoking cigarettes and playing ‘Radio Head’ from a laptop, they looked at me, I said “hello” they turned to face the fruit baskets sat on the street the girls laughed. They looked at me a few more times, and then said a few more words I could not understand, even if I did speak more Spanish they said it so soft. They had “Smiths” and “Modest Mouse” patches on their backpacks a few of them were wearing Black Chuck Taylor’s just like I was. I thought they may want to chat about American music or film or even Chuck Norris jokes, but all I got was indifferent looks. I headed back into the rain leaping sudden mud puddles my head down I dashed to my hotel just a block away. Inside the decorative hotel lobby they all gave me the “Hello Steve-o, you so wet we would have sent a cab you call next time” They gave me a towel to dry off and a cup of Coffee’ Negro My laundry was done and folded on my bed when I got to my room. I gave the bellboy a $1 tip for delivering the clothes to my room. Tipping is a good way to make friends.

P.S. I miss Esther.

Tijuana in the morning.

2007-02-22T13:47:00.000-08:00

Its warm in Mexico, its sunshine in Tijuana. I’m staying at the ‘Hoteles Camino Real’ a real top shelf joint with marble everything and that trashy Mexico style trim with gold and blues. The hotel sits on the corner of the plaza camino right in the heart of the “arts District” and is in fact a bona fide fashionable place. Well-dressed locals talking on cell phones, buying Paintings and Retro Nike’s. I’ll get some more photos in the next few days.

TJ.

2007-02-21T13:01:00.000-08:00

GONE TO MEXICO.

Missionary Attacked.

2007-02-18T01:09:00.000-08:00

Surgeons in the east African nation of Kenya have had to remove an eye from Tigard-based missionary Carol Briggs after gangsters stopped her car and shot her in the mouth Feb. 4.
Briggs, 64, moved to Kenya in November as a medical volunteer to help orphans with HIV. She's in a hospital in the capital of Nairobi.

What do you think about the work of the modern day Missionary? Do they help or hurt?

Fidel Castro’s not dead.

2007-02-15T22:17:00.003-08:00

Fidel Castro is a word and fashion icon. Gray beard, green military fatigues, a forbidden cigar located between his lips and a one-word name, “Fidel” precedes Cuba’s president. He is the world longest serving political leader and the last tree in the communist forest. Some give the one word name he possesses adoration and some revulsion; all of us have ideas about Castro.

Fidel Castro is both myth and reality.
The fall of communism came November 9, 1989 with the removal of the Berlin wall. A symbol of the end of the cold war. Castro must not have got the memo- his revolution began before the cold war and holds firm as he dies in his beloved Cuba. Fidel Castro is not a hero of freedom or choice. He sends anyone who opposes him to prison. But he is a study of power, ideas, and a history firmly in the past, yet affecting the present.

There has been a lot written about the life of the revolution and it's leader. His place in history will be disputed forever by his fans and foes. I wanted to gaze into a side of the Castro story, both as a point of history and caution. Castro’s relationship with religion.

Cuba is not Poland, where the Catholic faith was strong and decisive against communism. Before Castro, many to strongly identified with the Batista dictatorship viewed the Catholic Church poorly. While paradoxically, Castro owes his life to the Catholic Church. In 1953, one year after Batista's coup, Castro led a failed attack against the Moncada Garrison where many young revolutionaries lost their lives. After the fiasco, Castro ran to seek refuge with Santiago de Cuba's Archbishop, Monsignor Perez Serantes, who got from Batista the warranty that Castro's life would be respected and that he would receive legal due process according to the constitution. However, in 1959, after Castro's rise to power, he turned his rage against the Catholic Church. August 1960, Castro-controlled mobs attack worshippers emerging from mass; all Catholic radio and TV programs are cancelled. April 1961, all Catholic publications are halted; churches are vandalized by Castro's mobs; Cuban Cardinal Arteaga seeks political asylum in the Argentine Embassy. June 1961, Castro expropriates all religious schools(about 350 Catholic), removing parents' right to determine their children’s education - their only choice is Castro's public schools where the children are discouraged to believe in God and are indoctrinated for a communist society where hatred for Castro's enemies is highlighted. September 1961, Castro expels Bishop Boza Masvidal along with 131 other Catholic clergy; by years end, 3,400 priests and nuns are forced into exile. November 1965, Castro calls remaining priests and believers "social scum", sending many of them to the newly created UMAP concentration and labor camps, in the province of Camagüey along with gays and others “unfit” for his communist revolution. By 1971, the population of Castro's Cuba was 100,000 - while conservative estimates place the number of executed at 5,000.

February 2007, Castro is 80 years old and in poor heath.

Black Jesus.

2007-02-12T19:38:00.000-08:00

This seems like a depraved B-movie. 31 year old Steven Tari, leader of a cargo cult in the remote jungles of Papua New Guinea is the objective of a massive man hunt. Cargo Cults are a creepy trend in and around Melanesia, from what I read they are based on a belief in a new age spirit that brings blessings in the form of “cargo”, such as goods and gifts. It's also believed, brave men will bring back “cargo” from heroic quests. I know it seems unreal. Steven Tari(black Jesus)the leader of a significant cargo cult has taken the faith to a disturbing new level. Human sacrifice, so far three young women who were reportedly sacrificed to the devil and then eaten by the black Jesus. He is also known to have dozens of sex slaves. CREEPY!

The Black Jesus started his cult last year, after he was expelled from a Bible college for stealing from fellow students.

Hitler wanted to be a painter. A Leonardo if you will.
The Black Jesus wanted to be Billy Graham.
Charles Manson wanted to be John Lennon.

Does anyone know of any other resentful-reckless-mad-men, who lashed out on a world that crushed their aspirations?

THE 700 FIGHT CLUB!!

2007-02-11T20:35:00.000-08:00

Phillip Busch VS, Pat Roberson...... the plaintiff in a federal lawsuit against Pat Robertson says the televangelist threatened his life and that of his family at a legal proceeding Wednesday.Robertson has been touting his "age-defying" weight-loss shake for five years on TV. You know the man can leg press 1000 LBS, www.youtube.com/watch?v=1d3AxvKCH7U

Busch, a Texas bodybuilder, contacted the show in 2005, saying he had slimmed down from 400 to 200 pounds drinking the shake. Busch, The 700 club showed his before-and-after photos in a promotional spot. Robertson has recently licensed his shake for commercial distribution by a nationwide health-food chain in a ready-to-mix powdered formula. He sued Robertson in September 2005, alleging that the broadcaster used his image for a commercial purpose without compensating him.

The case is set for trial in April.

This is not the first time Robertson has been accused of threatening an adversary.

After the failure of an earlier Robertson commercial venture – a multilevel sales outlet for Bible study courses and discount coupon books – the broadcaster fired Mark Peterson, the venture's top executive. The two blamed each other for the business' failure in what became a public feud. And a leg press death threat!

Kansas City is the place to be.

2007-02-09T09:50:00.000-08:00

The union station in K-city is pulling the curtain off of a 3 million dollar ancient history exhibit, together with the Dead Sea scroll foundation running until May 13. There are no bones, tools, or head stones in the exhibit. The exhibits focus is on the set of fragile scrolls found around the Dead Sea 60 years ago. Hand tools and bones are tangible objects that can help us speculate about their lives - how they worked, the homes they lived in, even there diet. But the scrolls are precise, they tell us what these people believed about God and the great mysteries of life, in their genuine hand written words. The Dead Sea scrolls plummet even deeper with links to the Hebrew Bible. The further back we can go to the pure text, without mans discrimination or tampering, the clearer view we can get of ancient Jewish life. And from that, follows the birth of Christianity, the dawning of the Muslim movement, and the founding of the western world.

I know no one will make a trip to Kansas City. I’ve been only once, loved the downtown. Kansas City has more fountains than Paris France, 200 dotted around the city. It's also home of the Kansas City Jazz sound, founded in the cities jazz clubs by Count Basie.

Transgender University.

2007-02-07T07:27:00.000-08:00

A private, Christian university is firing a transgender professor, who began appearing as a woman on campus in 2005. The professor’s name is John Newecek, he is 55 years old, but goes by Julie Marie. Julie Marie often wears a dress and wig to class. Julie is an ordained Baptist minister and has worked for the school for 16 years.
“I have worked hard for this university, have been praised for my performance, and I have done nothing immoral or sinful,” Nemecek told the papers Sunday.
The school, in a letter stated; “We expect our faculty to model Christian character as an example for our students.”
Nemecak has filed a discrimination claim with the U.S. Equal Employment Opportunity Commission.
This story dose raise a lot of questions. I find it particular that this same week Rev. Ted Haggard has marched out of his Arizona treatment center, well I should say his “restoration center,” Pastors are restored like old Corvettes or brownstone town homes. Us “every day” people are “treated”....Like cancer or rabies. Whatever the case, he has found himself “Completely Heterosexual.”
It’s not a battle of semantics. It’s a battle over this very resolved line. “What is Christian character? What is moral? I'm not trying to make the waters of character cloudy, I do see the black and the white, I see two sides. The agreeable thing about the modern age, is the options we are given. Such as gay or transgender groups like; www.godandgays.org and www.gaychurch.org.

The root of personal ethics is each persons own journey. The independence to travel along our own path is truly beautiful.
In fact, there's a new film out talking about more of this… www.godandgaysthemovie.com

The north American Railway/John Steinbeck/ Daylight Fading

2007-02-06T22:40:00.000-08:00

The Train trip was agreeable. The train was late arriving in Seattle pushing our boarding time back to 11:30am. Esther and I had coffee at Elliot Bay Books, one of the more respectable coffee shops in the district. I was looking for a used copy of Ricky Moody’s “The Ice storm” they had a new copy with a fierce looking new cover for 15$ more than I had cash.
Esther had never ridden from Seattle to Portland via train, and for my “always in the know” wife it was vary cute. Am-track is unusual in its activity, no baggage checks; bring your own food, never on time. She found her flow quickly flipping pages of a ‘real simple magazine’ and I-pod-ing the countryside away.
The view out my Widow was fog draped, showing just the toes of the scenery. We made camp in the dinning car, Esther had a tuna Salad and I dinned on a Hebrew national all beef hotdog and a mugroot beer. I love train travel.

Shelby left a comment to my last blog post ... ‘ roadhouse blues’ relaying an expedition to the lower Utah Desert reading Steinbeck’s “the pearl.” I dig that book at just fewer than 200 pages; it’s full of feral images of Island life and a childlike belief that the path to riches is a road that wrecks us all. Then Sheldon fired off a list of CC Albums, and of a Seattle long gone the way of the Buffalo when “107.7 the end" still meant something and Starbucks was still a fairly cool place to spend a Sunday afternoon.
Knowing Sheldon at that time and hearing him talk about ‘Recovering the Satellites’ you would have thought he was discussing Plato. But it’s hard to contest a line like.

“…Waiting for the moon to come and light me up inside
I am waiting for the telephone to tell me Im alive
Well I heard you let somebody get their fingers into you
Its getting cold in California I guess Ill be leaving soon…”

Follow this:
Late fall or Early spring I can’t really say it’s all the same in Bend. 3 house-broke boys, one Red Volkswagen bug (Sheldon’s girlfriends car) and an endless night of “round about” marathons, Dumpster diving, me screaming like a girl, stained front seats, and as the sun pulled it self over the end of town, singing at the top of our lungs
“ And I’ve been up all night I might sleep all day. Get you dreams just right and let them slip away….”
Burned into my brain like a tattoo…

Roadhouse Blues..

2007-02-05T00:33:00.001-08:00

I’m prepping for the train trip to Portland, with an I-pod play list. Something for a misty railway morning.

Asleep- the smiths

Do you realize? - The Flaming Lips

Sail to the moon- Radiohead

Crown Of Love- The Arcade fire

I love you –Black flag

Taillights Fade- Buffalo Tom

If you could read my mind- Gordon Lightfoot

Roadhouse Blue-The doors

I was thinking about the doors tonight and a strange spring I spent in New Mexico building the ‘Mesa Ridge Wind Energy Park.’ It was a 70 min. drive from our hotel to the Job, we had a “contracting gatherings” at 6:30am. That meant a 4:30 wake up call, six-seven days a week for six weeks.You just go numb to it, its nice. We had The Doors greasiest hits with us. All those unspoken mornings, stopping for coffee at all-sups, windows rolled down, smoking,a warm southwest wind propelling the mood. I love that line “ Death for the people, like to go down slow, let it roll baby roll, let it roll baby roll, let it roll all night long”

How many times have you only had one CD or one book and consumed it over and over tell in melted into you?

Names- dates???

A Walk on the wild side....

2007-02-04T16:48:00.000-08:00

I’ve been reading, ‘a walk on the wild side’ by Nelson Algren (Yes this is where Lou Reed got the idea for his song) I found a used paperback copy for just $4 at Fremont street books. Nelson Algren is best known for his book ‘the man with the golden arm’ and the movie with the same name, Frank Sinatra won a best Oscar for his role as Frankie Machine in 1955. A walk on the wild side is like folklore, ancient feeling even in it's modern time, early 1950’s I would say. I love Dove, this cheerless utterly lonely kid who’s fire & brimstone father and atheist brother spend there nights drinking and fighting over God. (A them as real to day as ever). Dove lights his small west Texas world a blaze with a bonfire of lust and violence, in a poetic way ☺
I’m only 67 pages into the book but thus far thus good.

Dose anyone besides me love the statistics about pizza and soda consumption on super-bowl Sunday? It so sick yet so amazing. Since I love soda and pizza and have shame for it. it's therapy or something for me.

I have a long week in front of me. Monday: Esther and I take a train from Seattle to Portland at 9:40am , from there we walk 5 blocks to Yamhill street and catch the max to the airport. During the ride to the airport I well get a text message giving me the parking lot number and letter to a parked truck. The keys well be hidden in “the spot’ …its all vary 007.
Anyone who has ever worked for my dad understand this, he has a way of making things extensive… I well wait for instructions from there. Sunday nights the Merle Haggard Neco Case show, that’s something to look forward to.

Off for coffee with my wife and mother, Esther got a swell haircut and Mother a fantastic color. I would bet 7bones that they well talk about how neat they look (and they do look real neat-o) and about there plans for the summer. Should be nice, I’ll bring my I pod.

The truth about mac.com.

2007-02-03T22:10:00.000-08:00

The down side of the slick hip white on white world of Mac is the never-ending cost to do all the riotously-hip “things”. I set up my site to post photos from my travels and too rant and rave about useless expressions of nothingness. Mac.com made it easy at first, I’m a Mac user and it’s all varying hand-in-glove to use. I’m a SUCKER for all things “modish or “chic”. After the mania the bones are weak. Allow me to list the weedy parts of my beloved Mac….

1. They don’t post a good 25% of my ramblings. And then deletes them.
2. After your sucked in to the world of seeing all you photos and bad poems on-line, and feel like a part of the extensive data powered world. They pull the rug and ask for 20$ a months to participate.

Is two things even a list?
Well the sheet has been pulled off the bed and reviled the ugliness under the lily-white plastic.

Steven Ray