Here is "little" Nicky on my bike. These pictures don't show how big he's gotten. I had time today so I cleaned up the bike a little, lubed the chain and connected the heating element controller for my gloves and socks (I didn't use them today). For some reason he stayed on the bike long enough for me to get these pictures.
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Here is "little" Nicky on my bike. These pictures don't show how big he's gotten. I had time today so I cleaned up the bike a little, lubed the chain and connected the heating element controller for my gloves and socks (I didn't use them today). For some reason he stayed on the bike long enough for me to get these pictures.
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Sunday, November 13, 2005
Friday, November 11, 2005
Our yankee upbringing keeps us out of the spotlight - doing otherwise would be bringing attention to oneself. Can't be doing that. That is one area where Mom's yankee work ethic jibed with Dad's Polish farmwork ethic (for lack of a better term). The Poles I used to know in Western Massachusetts were peerless in fieldwork.
Aaaanyways...no work for me today. I need these miles for the Seattle Marathon. Most runners start tapering three weeks before the race, not two. Gotta sign up for the thing too. My track workout went well on Wednesday. I'll get three solid days in this weekend and then I can taper. Y'all have a great weekend.
Thursday, November 03, 2005
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
The next week and a half look very wet. The new boots from REI aren't all that. I can still get wet. A Soggy, soggy Pacific Northwest.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
"If the NY Daily News story is correct, that's a hell of a lot of lying to the American people. Sure, it's not a lie about a blowjob, rather one about national security and compromising intelligence assets in the battle against the proliferation of weapons of mass destruction, but still...."
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
It looks as though I am all set to apply to the program in the winter. I just need some patient contact. I'm thinking about taking a nursing assistant course. Maybe now would be the time to think about getting a job in that field anyways. I'm not sure. Again, my BA is helping me out greatly. I guess I'm finally using it. Thanks UMass.
Friday, October 14, 2005
Wednesday, October 05, 2005
Leaves
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I'm feeling uninspired and tired. At work today Robyn and I picked up a lot of leaves. I didn't go to the track workout afterwards, though I hope to run on my own tomorrow evening. Last night we played ultimate frisbee until it was nearly impossible to see the disc, thus ending the ultimate frisbee season. A week or so ago we switched from more day than night (strictly sun/not sun) to the inverse; more night than day. We're headed into that time when Washingtonians sort of hibernate. If any new neighbors move in they'll see them in the spring. They drive a lot in the dark, through the rain, and in the (relative) cold. I hope this winter is better to Sonya. She has a lot of studying to do.
Oh, Robyn and I went to Beth's for breakfast this morning. Great eggs! It beats Denny's and any stinky casino, hands down.
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Friday, September 30, 2005
"Dying is a biological necessity, not only for the individual, but to insure the continued vitality of the species. Dying is a spiritual and psychological necessity, for after awhile the exuberant, ever-renewed energies of the spirit can no longer be translated into flesh.
"Inherently, each individual knows that he or she must die physically in order to survive spiritually and psychically (underlined). The self outgrows the flesh. Particularly since [the advent of Charles] Darwin's theories, the acceptance of the fact of death has come to imply a certain kind of weakness, for is it not said that only the strong survive?
"To some degree, epidemics and recognized illnesses serve the sociological purpose of providing an acceptable reason for death - a face-saving device for those who have already decided to die. This does not mean that such individuals make a conscious decision to die, in your terms: But such decisions are often semiconscious (intently). It might be that those individuals feel they have fulfilled their purposes - but such decisions may also be built upon a different kind of desire for survival than those understood in Darwinian terms.
"It is not understood that before life an individual decides to live. A self is not simply the accidental personification of the body's biological mechanism. Each person born desires to be born. He dies when that desire no longer operates. No epidemic or illness or natural disaster - or stray bullet from a murderer's gun - will kill a person who does not want to die."
...
"The physical world that you recognize is made up of invisible patterns. These patterns are "plastic," in that while they exist, their final form is a matter of probabilities directed by consciousness. Your senses perceive these patterns in their own ways. The patterns themselves can be "activated" in innumerable fashions. There is something out there (humorously emphatic) to observe.
"(Long pause, one of many, at 10:04.) Your sense apparatus determines what form that something will take, however. The mass world rises up before your eyes, but your eyes are part of that mass world. You cannot see your thoughts, so you do not realize that they have shape and form, even as, say, clouds do. There are currents of thought as there are currents of air, and the mental patterns of men's feelings and thoughts rise up like flames from a fire, or steam from hot water, to fall like ashes or like rain.
"All elements of the interior invisible environment work together, and they form the temporal weather patterns that are exteriorized mental states, presenting you locally and en masse, then, with a physical version of man's emotional states. Period."
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"Now: The physical planet is obviously also ever-changing while it is operationally or realistically or pragmatically relatively stable. The physical matter of the planet is also composed of literally infinite hordes of consciousnesses - each experiencing its own reality while adding to the overall cooperative venture.
"(Long pause.) Natural disasters represent an understandably prejudiced concept, in which the vast creative and rejuvenating elements important to planetary life, and therefore to mankind, are ignored. The stability of the planet rests upon such changes and alterations, even as the body's stability is dependent upon, say, the birth and death of the cells.
"(10:20.) It is quite obvious that people must die - not only because otherwise you would overpopulate your world into extinction, but because the nature of consciousness requires new experience, challenge, and accomplishment. This is everywhere apparent in nature itself. (Pause.) If there were no death, you would have to invent it (smile) - for the context of that selfhood would be as limited as the experience of a great sculptor given but one hunk of stone (with quiet dramatic emphasis).
"The sculptor's creation is pragmatically realistic, in that it exists as an object, and can be quite legitimately perceived, as can your world. The sculptor's statue, however, comes from the inner environment, the patterns of probabilities. These patterns are not themselves inactive. They are possessed by the desire to be actualized (with a hyphen). Behind all realities there are mental states. These always seek form, though again there are other forms than those you recognize."
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"It is easy for you to see that seeds bring forth the fruit of the earth, each [of] their own kind. No seed is identical to any other, yet generally speaking there are species that serve to unite them. You do not mistake an orange for a grape. In the same way ideas or thoughts form general patterns, bringing forth in your world certain kinds of events. In this respect your thoughts and feelings "seed" physical reality, bringing forth materializations.
"You operate quite nicely politically, living in villages, townships, countries, states, and so forth, each with certain customs and local ordinances. These in no way affect the land itself. They are designations for practical purposes, and they imply organization of intent or affiliation at one level. They are political patterns, invisible but highly effective. There are, however, far more vigorous invisible mental patterns, into which the thoughts and feelings of mankind are organized - or, naturally, organize themselves.
"Each person's thoughts flow into that formation, forming part of the earth's psychic atmosphere. From that atmosphere flows the natural earthly patterns from which your seasons emerge with all of their variety and effects. You are never victims of natural disasters, though it may seem that you are, for you have your hand in forming them. You are creatively involved in the earth's cycles. No one can be born for you, or die for you, and yet no birth or death is really an isolated event, but one in which the entire planet participates. In personal terms, again, each species is concerned not only with survival but with the quality of its life and experience.
"In those terms, natural disasters ultimately end up righting a condition that earlier blighted the desired quality of life, so that adjustments were made.
"Am I going too fast?
('No, ' I said, although Seth-Jane's pace was pretty good as far as my writing speed was concerned.)
"The 'victims' choose to participate in those conditions at spiritual, psychological, and biological levels. Many of those who are counted among the fatalities might otherwise die of extended illnesses, for example. At cellular levels such knowledge is available, and in one way or another imparted, often in dreams, to the individual. Conscious comprehension need not follow, for many people know such things, and pretend not to know them at the same time.
"(11:44.) Others have finished with their challenges; they want to die and are looking for an excuse - a face-saving device. However, those who choose such deaths want to die in terms of drama, in the middle of their activities, and are in a strange way filled with the exultant inner knowledge of life's strength even at the point of death. At the last they identify with the power of nature that seemingly destroyed them.
"That identification often brings about in death - but not always - an added acceleration of consciousness, and involves such individuals in a kind of 'group death experience,' where all of the victims more or less embark into another level of reality 'at the same time.'
"Those people were aware just beneath consciousness of the possibilities of such an event long before the disaster occurred, and could until the last moment choose to avoid the encounter. Animals know of weather conditions ahead of time, as old tales say. This perception is a biological part of your heritage also. The body is prepared, though consciously it seems you are ignorant.
"There are innumerable relationships that exist between the interior environment of the body and the weather patterns. The ancient feelings of identification with storms are quite valid, and in that respect the "realism" of feelings is far superior to the realism of logic. When a person feels a part of a storm, those feelings speak a literal truth. Logic deals with exterior conditions, with cause-and-effect relationships. Intuitions deal with immediate experience of the most intimate nature, with subjective motions and activities that in your terms move far quicker than the speed of light, and with simultaneous events that your cause-and-effect level is far too slow to perceive.
"(Long pause.) In that regard also, the activities of the inner environment are too fast for you to follow intellectually. Your intuitions, however, can give you clues to such behavior. A country is responsible for its own droughts, earthquakes, floods, hurricanes - and for its own harvests and rich display of products, its industry and cultural achievements, and each of these elements is related to each other one.
"If the quality of life that is considered spiritually and biologically necessary fails, then adjustments occur. A political problem might be altered by a natural disaster if political means fail. On the other hand, the rousing creative energies of the people will emerge.
"Excellence will show itself through the arts, cultural creativity, technological or sociological accomplishments. The species tries to fulfill its great capacities. Each physical body in its own way is like the world. It has its own defenses and abilities, and each portion of it strives for a quality of existence that will bring to the smallest parts of it the spiritual and biological fulfillment of its own nature."
Sunday, September 25, 2005
I thought this fall would be my time of preparing for a marathon, but perhaps my course of study was brought home by me in the saddlebag of my motorcycle yesterday. I couldn't run today because the pain in my right knee has shifted to the right outside area of that joint, the lateral tendons of the muscles of the femur and maybe the lower leg. I don't feel like looking them up in my anatomy & physiology textbook. That also reminds me that I'm not in school this quarter. I seem to be playing this blind.
I had intended to quickly write a little bit about the booksale and then go into the Seth quotes about The Individual and the Nature of Mass Events. I ran out of time so now I need some sleep. Y'all have a great week.
Wednesday, September 21, 2005
Monday, September 19, 2005
I haven't forgotten about the disaster-related excerpt I found. I want to get it in here. It really is insightful. We have a poor understanding of what we call the universe and how it works. We make our own reality, and that includes the weather. We die on our own schedule even though that may not be consciously evident. And we don't really die. Ultimately, nothing is really destroyed.
I'm getting use of the bicycle purchase though and I'm getting my bike legs back. I nearly lived on my bike while I was in Florida. It gives my knee a break. A break for me would be some sort of direction for myself. My tea-leaves reading friend, Lilia, says she sees no romance for me, still. So, no romance and no solid direction. This is getting old. Perhaps once I start writing, then the computer will materialize and I'll have something to do. Have a nice week.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Goodbye Bob Denver (Gilligan). Gilligan's Island, along with Hogan's Heroes and The Brady Bunch kept us entertained in the afternoons after school. From reading this article, he was also a really nice guy.
Monday, September 05, 2005
I have a passage from Seth/Jane Roberts which may put the Katrina event in perspective, if there can be such a thing. That would be better than name calling. I'm glad to read that the Louisiana officials are sticking to their guns. Here is the print version (you might not need to join their NYT club). I need more time to type it all in. I'm finally feeling better after the race and the sun is out. I can't ride the bicycle (I'm beat), so I'll take the motorcycle out. Have a marvelous week.
Friday, September 02, 2005
"Certainly, the sacrifices of New Orleans need a kind of national reckoning, one that would enable the people to see the president who forgot to care for what he is. Every great disaster — the Blitz, 9/11, the tsunami — has a political dimension. The dilatory performance of George Bush during the past week has been outrageous. Almost as unbelievable as Katrina itself is the fact that the leader of the free world has been outshone by the elected leaders of a region renowned for governmental ineptitude."
Thursday, September 01, 2005
"Nah. Fuck him. When he told Diane Sawyer that "I don't think anyone could have anticipated the breach of the levees," someone should have taken him, flown him to New Orleans, put him in a tiny pirogue somewhere off Claiborne Avenue, and sent him merrily on his way."
Read the whole thing.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
No ultimate in Marymoor this evening. I had a hard time trying to not fall asleep on the ride home. I'll do the track workout tomorrow after work and then probably take Thursday off (workouts, that is). I'd like to take work off for good but I need a plan for that. I haven't even looked into school yet. I think I'm still stinging a little from my failed interview and thus avoiding BCC. What would I like to do? Something artistic and enough to support me. I'd like to be able to be free enough in my expression that I wouldn't be tied into an orthodox mindset and group of norms. Needless to say I'd be a lot more relaxed. Annoyingly so. Good night.
Monday, August 22, 2005
Bob and I hiked from the Paradise Visitors Center on Mt. Rainier to Camp Muir yesterday. I think I am now a little more a part of the northwest since I joined the REI collective. I needed boots for hiking, work and the motorcycle. I hope these do all three. They may be a little too nice for work, but I had to bite the bullet and get them. The hike itself was difficult, as it was last year. It took us 4 1/2 hours to make it up there. The snowpack was smaller than last year with crevasses, water and tricky routes around them. I'd take a half marathon over this hike almost any day. It was humbling. This panorama shows the Muir Snowfield but the small size of this picture does not do it justice, and it also doesn't convey the sheer steepness of the incline. The pictures I took last year were more scenic. Yay for the sun!
Friday, August 19, 2005
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I biked from my place across the I90 bridge after work today.
Monday, August 15, 2005
We scattered his ashes on Saturday morning on Rattlesnake Ridge. There is quite a nice view from up there.
I'll add a few more pictures from that day I hope. On Sunday I finally bought a bicycle. It is, of all things, a Schwinn.
It is quite light for the price, especially when compared to the bikes which were available when I bought mine 22 years ago. That one is long gone. This new one is made out of aluminum and it has carbon fiber forks. It is above entry level but to me and what I was used to it is very far up. I rode it to Redmond Town Center today, about 14 miles round trip. Another biker already yelled at me to "go." I've heard at how impatient and rude they can be. This is the point where I miss the back country roads of Western Massachusetts. This is a strange website. I have a year to pay it off. I hope my lottery tickets pan out.
Hey, I almost forgot. In the spring I fished some geraniums out of the Costco dumpster. They weren't pretty anymore, but geraniums are tough. I repotted half of them and kept the rest on their original pots. They get water, sun and food and they have been flowering like crazy. Because my deck looks so nice, I won $75.00 off next month's rent. Something is working for me. Now, to think about school ....
Tuesday, August 09, 2005
Oh yeah, I played ultimate frisbee this evening. I think I'm gonna be sore.
Wednesday, August 03, 2005
Here is a link to Peter's obituary. When I would tell family and friends about Peter and Trish, I would have to say how incredibly nice they are, were. I really enjoyed running with Peter. We were well matched speed-wise and I already mentioned how decent he was. I found out later he was a fan of Garbage. So we liked the same music.
Here are a few words from Emmanuel. No matter how much I read this stuff, I have always seemed to forget it; it always sounds fresh and new. He says,
"Violent death is violent only to those who remain behind to view it. To the one who dies, it is simply a wondrous flight Home. All the drama takes place on your side of the doorway. From my viewpoint, the entrance to death is clear Light.
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"The very act of dying does wonderful things for people. It releases them from illusion. You cannot imagine what a relief it is when you finally have accepted the fact that you are going to let go of the physical body. You say, 'All right, I'm being squeezed out of this like toothpaste out of a tube, and I simply cannot go back because the body doesn't function.' The moment you surrender, it is joyous.
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"And what is it like beyond this world?
It is very different.
It is much the same
for you take yourself with you.
Those who find the thought
of traveling through eternity with themselves
distasteful
have important work to do.
It is the work of self-love.
You are your best companion
and you accompany yourself always.
That is the only structure I can give you
for the entire universe
is predicated on love
creating itself."
Emmanuel's Book II, The Choice for Love, Pat Rodegast and Judith Stanton
Monday, July 25, 2005
I arrived here in the Seattle area exactly three years ago today. In an apparent coincidence I took the bike out for a very long ride to re-visit the Gorge. My route back took me through the Yakima Canyon and then into The Rainier National Park.
I took this picture of Tara at the Gorge. It is one of my favorite pictures from that trip. When I made my way across the Columbia River, I knew I would want to visit that area again once I had some experiences from beyond the Cascades. I can't say I have anything profound to say. But, I have to ask, three years later and what am I doing? I don't feel I can cut and run. I won't go back to Florida. I (hopefully) won't cook again. And it is premature for me to return to New England. I'll get back on the bike tomorrow and I'll go to work. I have to think about this more. Check out this other picture of Tara.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
I'm going to start running again on Saturday. I've taken quite a while off for my knee. I don't feel much from it now but when knees are involved, I can't be sure. Another long run could bring it back. It looks like I'm going to breakfast tomorrow at Beth's at a ridiculous hour in the morning. We used to eat there before work every Friday before the shop moved to Mukilteo. Denny's is a poor substitute. You can't have enough punks and cigarette smoke in the morning, is what I say. Y'all have a good weekend. Venceremos!
Tuesday, July 19, 2005

I took a long ride around Mt. Rainier yesterday. After I pieced together this picture, I think I like the one below of Mt. St. Helens better. We were a little further away than the last visitors station and there is a nice contrast between the foliage and the gray of the wasteland. The Rainier picture was taken on either route 7 or 161. Here, distance doesn't work so well. I had to get this of Rainier because the previous day we were nearly fruitless in this quest. If there were more variation of terrain then I think it would be more impressive. I wonder when this one is going to go up? I want to be more than a state away. Yellowstone might just go too. Another continent would be advisable then.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
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Brother Jerry and his traveling partner, and wife, Judy, are visiting after their tour of Alaska. We are on our way to Mt. St. Helens today.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Monday, July 11, 2005
I don't know why I took this series of the bridge. What I liked were the hills in the background. I went to Issaquah for coffee and the paper, and then on to North Bend to see whether they had any work shoes for me. They didn't. It was such a beautiful day that I decided to head up Route 2 and I ended up in Skykomish. It was a perfect motorcycle day. Not being able to run has had a negative impact on me. It was nice getting out of town, if even for a short time.
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I went out for coffee today and ended up in Skykomish.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Friday, July 01, 2005
Thursday, June 30, 2005
Monday, June 20, 2005
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I run with this guy. His name is Peter. On Saturday he had a very bad accident while riding his bike. At the present time he is still unconscious at Harborview. I'd like to ask you all for some sort of prayer or thought for him and his family. Thank you.
Update: A week later, Peter is still in a coma. He is still in ICU. His condition is not good but we hope for the best. The Eastside Runners and family friends are helping the family. Be careful out there.
Saturday, June 18, 2005
Update: I ran a chip time of 41:15 this morning. I didn't do as well as I had hoped but I still ran a personal best.
Sunday, June 12, 2005
Friday, June 10, 2005
Sagittarius
November 22 - December 20
"This isn't the moment to adhere to one particular philosophy, whatever it may be, dear Sagittarius. You may feel frustrated by your inability to figure out which path to take, but ultimately this is very good for you. Continue to search around with your little flashlight, weak as it seems to you, because this is how you are going to get solid faith back again! Best of all, it will be a faith tailored just for you!"
I'll comment on it later.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Hey, the sun is out! It has been a wet commute on the bike the past two days.
I finally planted the verbenum I bought the other day, along with some flower seeds and a pot o' herbs. The verbenum is flanking some free geraniums I rescued from a Costco dumpster. I still have extras. I'll have oregano, basil and catnip. The plant lady at Fred Meyers thought that I was far too late in considering planting seeds. The deck won't be much good until July anyways, and by that time I should at least have some plants poking up. Giving them some potent organic fertilizer tea should help. This is good for me. I don't usually get around to doing much with the planting thing at all. I spend my days either cutting them back or killing them. Who was the moron who thought that introducing English ivy to this area would be a good idea? You'd think that with all this under and overgrowth that there would be snakes here. I'm told that they are on the other side of the Cascades, where it is dry. One of the problems with groundcover like ivy is that it gives rats a place to live. I've always liked snakes. Mmmmm. Those fangs sound delicious.
Saturday, June 04, 2005
It was Randy's last day yesterday. He was the assistant to the boss. He was a lead landscaper who had done this sort of work for a long time and he brought that perspective to his supervisory position. Essentially, he was on our side. The movers packed him up last weekend, and, as I write this he, his wife and their two yappy dogs are on their way to Montana. They'll end up in Chicago. United closed their call center here so she is following her job. Things could fall apart at work for other reasons. I need a different job.
Wednesday, June 01, 2005
Friday, May 27, 2005
I cut the skin on the tragus, or the little air foil or flap before the ear canal, or external auditory canal (meatus). Now I have four stitches. I haven't had stitches since I cut my foot as a kid. That was unpleasant. I can't remember whether I had stitches when I put the spade fork through my foot between the big and second toes. I don't think I did. I was digging for worms. That wasn't fun either. That is the extent of my chilhood injuries, other than when Dodie pulled me out of the barbed wire fence when I was learning to ride a bicycle. Thanks again Dodie. I used to see a girl who's brother had the nickname, or nom de guerre, of "laceration Mike", for all of the trauma he inflicted on himself as a child. Nothing quite so extreme for me.
That was essentially the end of my day. After I got repaired we went back to Mukilteo, unloaded the truck, and went home. God did I need some sleep. The doc told me not to get it wet but I carefully washed my hair anyways and took a bath. I couldn't stay smelling like the decomposing greenery in the back of my truck. No way. Maybe the heat hit me. Still, it isn't like Florida. It might be similar now but it isn't the same. Florida bites.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
My blood pressure seems to be normal. I hurt my arm a few weeks ago. I had thought that maybe I had blood poisoning due to the red stripe extending from my armpit to my wrist, so I went to a clinic in Issaquah and before the doc saw me the nurse took my blood pressure. She said, "your blood pressure is 140 over 110, that's high." No shit that is high. No re-check. No "you can't walk out of here without some investigation" or at least "go directly to the hospital NOW", sort of thing. I stuck my arm in a drugstore machine today after work and the readings were normal. So my heart and blood vessels won't give out (soon) after all. The doc said that the pain was due to overuse. When I saw him the stripe was gone. A day or so later it turned the color of a bruise. If anyone out there can fill me in on this phenomenon then please do. From the armpit I think it is the coracobrachialis muscle and at the elbow maybe the supinator. I had been weedeating for half the day. The other half I spent wrestling with a 36" mower. The travails of the working poor.
Sunday, May 22, 2005
Here is part of my apartment as blue. It'd be cool if it looked like this all the time. I've been running a lot lately. Last week was the Capital City half, yesterday was the first in the series of Cougar Mountain trail runs and today I think I put in 16 miles. I have to check it out with my map program. More to come.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Thursday, May 12, 2005
Sunday, May 08, 2005
Saturday, May 07, 2005
Chuck and I went through Memphis on our bicycle tour of the south. I still use "y'all" when I can. Chuck went through Graceland but I didn't have the stomach for it. Nothing against Elvis, but I had just learned that the woman I had been seeing back in Northampton was now seeing someone else. It was also the 10th anniversary of his death, so let me google this to find the date,...August 16, 1987. That and the wonderful old lady who opened her home as a bed and breakfast are what stick out for me now. I also remember she brewed her coffee good and strong. After Memphis we crossed Tennessee, going through Nashville, across the Cumberland Plateau, into the Smokies, the Blue Ridge and then swiftly down into Winston-Salem. I picked up my beading habit in Cherokee, North Carolina. I haven't strung beads in a long while. So, that was 18 years ago now. Whew. And what have I done with myself since then? I cooked and now I landscape. It doesn't sound like much. I was hoping to get off the ground with the radiation endeavour but my poor communication skills killed that. Maybe I'll end this ramble here. Thanks for the reminder Sue. 'Night y'all. Aum peace peace peace.
Monday, May 02, 2005
Sonya is writing about her dreams. Mine have included my parents, in separate ones, of course. Mom didn't know she had passed away (though I am certain she does) and I was very aware of my role in helping her along in that stage of her journey. I think that Prudence was there also. (she was the little terrier we had many years ago) This was all set just outside of our neighbors' house. Not a day later I had a dream about Dad. In it he was dying and we were there for his part of that journey. (it didn't actually happen this way) I remember telling him how sorry I was about his hands and his poor circulation. I don't know whether the rejection letter of Friday had anything to do with these macrabre dreams. I don't really see them as macrabre though. It is all part of the whole process. These moments can be more "real" than what we consider our daily activities.
Ya know, I haven't felt this dejected and rejected for quite a long while. And no girlfriend was involved. Amazing. There is a plan out there, or in here somewhere. This turn of events has really upended my boat. What the fuck am I supposed to do now? I spent a year getting good grades and I thought I could be thoughtful, considerate and kind. Nope. I scare sick people.
Friday, April 29, 2005
Tuesday, April 19, 2005
Sunday, April 17, 2005
I took the motorcycle out for a ride to North Bend, Snoqualmie, Fall City and Issaquah yesterday after the rain mainly subsided. I had to get something out of my trailer and I'm helping with the Mt. Si Relay today, so I scouted the area. Here is a picture of Snoqualmie Falls.
Friday, April 15, 2005
Wednesday, April 13, 2005
Monday, April 11, 2005
I'm not so optimistic about the weather. After our Saturday morning run I went to Fall City to retrieve the bike. It is now sort of protected by my old motorcycle cover which was shredded by the elements. I used duct tape to patch it up until I can get a better one. I'm hoping that the sorry look of the cover will dissuade anyone from thinking that there is something nice underneath. We have been getting showers at a pretty consistent 42-48 degrees lately. It does get a bit warmer during midday, but not by much. What happened to that 65 degrees?
Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Monday, April 04, 2005
Thursday, March 31, 2005
There are two things which confound me. One is that people throw trash on the ground, and two is that people take things that don't belong to them. Throwing shit around is wrong, and I should know because I pick it up all day. My sentiments on stealing is that you only seem to feel as though you are getting ahead when you aren't. That "more" you grab won't help. Sometimes I hate this place.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
The afternoon commute was punctuated with hail. I know it doesn't look like much, but I had to check for dents when I finally got to the apartment. There were none. The Space Needle was struck by lightning earlier in the day and in that shower I got soaked . I might have even seen the light show but I can't be sure.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
If you have the chance to catch the movie Sideways, go see it. It is worth the (high) price of admission (I don't get out much). Lee and I did last night. I am looking forward to The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy due April the 29th. Now I'm off into the rain. Y'all have a good one.
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
Monday, March 21, 2005
I can start running after work now and once the weather cooperates I can get the bike out. Probably not this weekend. My next academic task is to brush up on my math skills. I found out that I don't have to take the math placement test but I do have to show them before the interview that I can do something in that arena. They'll test us in writing and math. My sentences can get ungainly I know. This endeavor has been good practice. I try to avoid any computations and now I need to close that gap. I got through two semesters of calculus many years ago. I have 15 days.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
We are finally getting some rain. I can hear the water being kicked up by the passing cars and the dull metallic sounds of the water dripping from the roof and into the gutter. It started to rain at the very end of our run this morning. I'm happy that. I think I'm going to start posting more pictures here. I'll try for one a day or one every few days. How does that sound?
Thursday, March 17, 2005
And then there was the test; estrogen, progesterone, testosterone, follicle stimulating hormone, luteinizing hormone, prolactin, interstitial cells, cowper's gland, seminal vesicles, granulosa cells...aaggh. I don't think I can start looking at the prior tests tonight. My brain is fried and it isn't even 8:30. Ya know, I keep saying this, but I hope this all works out. I'm not getting much on this. I am tired of doing all this on my own though, that much I can confess. And there is the rub, there is no one to confess to. Boy, I start whining when my head hurts. And trying to piece it together intellectually crosses even more wires. I'll try the trick where I'll open a book at any (random) page to see what it says;
"These inner communications, then, reach outward in all directions. Each identity has eternal validity within the psyche's greater reality. At one level, then (underlined), any person contacting his or her own psyche can theoretically (underlined) contact any other psyche. Life implies death and death implies life - that is, in the terms of your world. In those terms life is a spoken element, while death is the unspoken but still-present 'beneath,' upon which life rides. Both are equally present.
"To obtain knowledge consciously other than that usually available, you pay attention to the pauses, to the implied elements in language, to any felt or sensed quality upon which the recognizable experiences of life reside. There are all kinds of information available to you, but it must still be perceived through your own focus or identity.
"I have said that all events occur at once - a difficult statement to understand. All identities occur at once also. Each event changes every other. Present ones alter past ones. Any one event implies the existence of probable events which do not 'emerge,' which are not 'spoken.'Physical world events therefore rest upon the existence of implied probable events. Different languages use sounds in their own peculiar manners, with their own rhythms, one emphasizing what the other ignores. Other probabilities, therefore, emphasize events that are only implied (as pauses) in your reality, so that your physical events become the implied probable ones upon which other worlds reside."
-Jane Roberts and Seth, The Nature of the Psyche, pp.112-113.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
The instructor tried to explain the differences between the sexes last night by telling us what the effects testosterone has on the developing ebryonic and fetal brain. Physiologically, testosterone makes the male and female brains operate somewhat differently. He then proceeded to take a big step and explained that if you have a cat, you wouldn't expect it to act like a dog and visa versa, the analogy being that each sex has their strengths and weaknesses. Maybe I didn't understand him completely, but he then said that you can't treat them the same because they are inherently different. That sounds too harsh, maybe he was talking about expectations. I think the man took a large step out of his medical field and into sociology/anthropology. Leave that to us buddy boy.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Sunday, March 06, 2005
Wednesday, March 02, 2005
After speaking with the folks at school who run the program, I did my own sort of check-in with myself to gauge where I was and maybe portend some of my future. What I got was very mundane I thought. This wasn't IT. It will be more of the same. Not nearly as dangerous, but sort of like Rummie's long hard slog. I'm sure this path is a good one, especially considering the alternative: nothing. Nothing means more of the same with me being older. This is definitely a good idea. I'm sure of this, but it isn't IT. That is what I got. Somehow I want to think that this will turn into some sort of fantasy science fiction story when in actuality I will continue to dislike getting up in the morning, will have to force my body to move in space, will have to study and learn and repeat and pass. I'll then have a job where I'll have to fit in within a micrometer's variance. Granted it will be better in many ways to what I do now, but I will still be slogging my way through. Twenty years later and it's all like, "welcome to the working world." Maybe it was the future me (the one typing this now) who influenced the university me (of twenty years ago) to study Marx and his peers.
I don't get much, save fragments of old dreams that drove me from sleep, about what the IT is. My niece's e-mail reminded me that as I make time for running I also need to make time for creative endeavors such as this entry. I haven't felt too inspired for school or studying lately. Gladly, work is going along at an even keel right now. I don't need any challenges there. My virtual friend over at The Derby seems to channel her creative energy quite well. I spent some time reading a very well written and entertaining blog. Go read about the gulf between eastern and western Washington and the breakdown of cyclists. He is part of noematic creative gestalt also. A March 2nd resolution? I generally dislike the idea of resolutions. If you want to do something different or differently, then do it now and then on the next day and then for the rest of the time you are sucking air into and out of your lungs here on this planet. So IT isn't clear. But there is a silver lining; that because there was a feeling that this isn't IT, that there must conversely be one. Those Marxist dialectics did come in handy afterall. Or is that logic? Nevermind. Goodnight.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
Monday, February 21, 2005
Friday, February 18, 2005
Monday, February 14, 2005
Sunday, February 13, 2005
Dad
I don't think that I have written about Dad. He was born in 1917 and lived 82 years until February 14th of '99. He married Mom in '38 or so, way before I was thought about. I am number 9 of 10 kids. I like this picture because it shows his calmness/groundedness I think. Two years after he left, Mom followed. This will be six years coming up. It seems longer to me because when Dad passed away I was still a cook in Florida and I hadn't returned home to Massachusetts yet. Now I'm trying to retool my self here in the Northwest and those other two periods in my life seem so distant now. If I have the stomach for it maybe I'll smoke one of your cigars tomorrow.
Wednesday, February 09, 2005
Monday, February 07, 2005
Tuesday, February 01, 2005
I went to the advising meeting (advisory meeting?) today and I hope I didn't pester them too much. I am glad to learn that I won't have to test out of math as I had planned. They'll accept my calculus from years ago. I don't have the specific multicultural sociology that they want but my political science degree and all the classes that went into it will help me out. When I drop off the application I'll give them my UMass transcript and they'll make the final decision then. What I need to do next is make appointments with two hospitals to do visits. They want me to see the job being done before I (try to) take the plunge.
I tried to treat this meeting as a pre-interview in order to make a good impression. I hope my questions and ramblings didn't put them off too much (or at all). The good thing I heard is that according to my grades I'll make it to the interview portion of the process. I confessed that I don't feel I interview well (part of my rambling) so Sally said that this is where the feedback from the hospital visits might come into play. I'll see how this works out.