...and about that "liberal agenda."

We had a crappy, crappy craptastic meeting this morning at work. The knob has gone over to the dark side. He sort of confronted the owner on Friday about the lack of means to get all the jobs done. We don't have enough equipment for all of the crews and he said that as it goes now, he can't do the job. He pretty much resigned too, again. He did this last year at this time also. All these jobs are under-bid too. That is where much of these problems start I think. Well, the owner took this for a very short time before he brought him into the office for a lesson on Monday. So then today, Tuesday, we have the worst meeting I have ever been in. it was totally shitty. It was a my-way or the high-way sort of confrontation with a pretense of dialogue for pc consumption. What happened is that the owner doesn't like to lose so he threw it back at him, like two monkeys throwing poo at each other. What lovely shit! Which describes the writing on the wall. A**holes. G'night.

I took a ride up to the North Cascades yesterday. This picture is from Darrington on Rte. 530. From the map this must be Whitehorse Mtn. It was a long trip, so by the time I got this far my hands were getting cold. I didn't get back in time to have one of Dad's cigars for Father's day.


He's been gone for seven years now. I was in Florida pretty much wasting my time. Some day I'll fugure out the significance of my time there. I learned how to cook, among other skills. I just might have over-extended my stay. I was supposed to be out here in Washington a few years earlier. This may sound like nonsense, but I was to meet an asian woman and have a kid. That didn't happen. That was a probable self. The girl would be about seven or eight now. I dreamt of her once. Beautiful.

If I had gone out west at that time then I might not have gone home to take care of Mom. Wow, Mom followed two years later. Was that five years ago now? I gotta get going myself. Landscaping aint cutting it (um, no pun intended).

I don't expect Dad's cigars to be any good by now, and not that they were in the first place. Dad preferred cheap ones. He doesn't have a cigar or pipe, but here he is with Mom, Jonathan and the three girls, before Chris and I were thought of. Thanks for the picture Scott.



A little slice of time.

Now would you look at my nice work there.

This may not sound like news, but for me getting this done, for some reason, is a sort of breakthrough. I repaired my chaps today. The snaps on the left leg were all broken. For the longest time I had to use duct tape to keep the leather from flapping around and then unzipping as I rode. This was driving me crazy. I was good as long as the duct tape held. I replaced the snaps on the left leg and used some rivets to secure the zippers on both sides. I see a metaphor in here but I don't really want to address it. The chaps are whole again. I went to a craft store in Issaquah and found most of the supplies I needed, and then a few thumps with a hammer and I was back in business. Woo hoo. I'll take my victories where I can get 'em.

Here is my apartment as black and white. It sort of reminds me of the early fifties, when the promotional pictures for books and such looked like this. My apartment complex is undergoing a major face lift. They are changing the name and also doing some serious work on the buildings and landscape. That is why my plants and deck stuff are inside.



Here is my apartment as blue:




It really turned the outside red. Pretty cool I think.




Here is a picture of the bike in front of the Wenatchee River just outside of Leavenworth. The rest of the ride was sort of wet so I didn't get many more pictures than this. I got onto 522 and kept going on 2 after I couldn't find the road I was looking for. I figured I was on the bike for about six hours. I went through three mountain passes and realized that I never want to live in Cle Elum; visiting there is just fine. I had a probable me bleed-through during the trip. It was very odd. I liked what my probable self was doing.


A few days ago I took my bicycle down off this hill and across the I90 bridge over to Seattle proper. The tunnel opens to the Philosophical Promenade. Nietzsche is quoted there:



It is kind odd to see Nietzsche and Plato over there. I was disappointed to not find Socrates. He was top shelf. Here is to an examined life. Cheers.

Aum Peace Peace Peace

leavenworth 5-31-06

I took a detour on the way home from work yesterday and I found myself here, along the Wenatchee River just outside of downtown Leavenworth. I got home a little after 9:30. Tired.