shyrock

ahh, last night was fantastic.  thank you all.  I don't remember anyting after the dubliner. or much at the dubliner for that matter. i've lost the skin off of one knuckle and my head is pounding.  I love you all.

Art Wolfe's gallery, the one that I've been remodeling, is finally done.  (well, almost, the floors are being finished tonight.)  It's taken several 14hr days, and weekends, but it's done.  Just in time too, as the opening gala is tomorrow night and the mayor and the press will be there.  I'm happy,  I'm exhausted.  We got our first look at the finished space today and it looks stellar.  I'll try to get some pics of it tomorrow. 

Oh, and if anyone has any interest there's a more public thing than the press gala on friday from 6-9pm.  The gallery is doing this invitational environmental photography competition thing, and there will be wine.  there is also a mariners game, so maybe just take a peek next time your down there.

Haaapy Birthday kaaaty!!!

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As my hangover comes to blossom fully, I, staggering about my tenement struggling to recall the details of the evening, realize this simple fact:





mead leads to good things.


    always.

anything going on tonight? the weekend snuck up on me.

Dear Santa... Dear Santa, This year I've been busy! In November I gave morganelle a life-saving blood transfusion (50 points). In April mjduggie and I robbed a bank (-50 points). In February I donated bone marrow to endquote in a life-saving procedure (300 points). In March I pulled over and changed dynobuddy's flat tire (15 points). Last Thursday I broke sudhama's X-Box (-12 points). Overall, I've been nice (303 points). For Christmas I deserve a Lego set! Sincerely, shyrock

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on an unrelated sidenote, somebody should have a sake party.

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"shiiiiitt......."

nothing like a 88 block walk at two in the morning to make you feel alive.

Oh what a fine day.

Just picked up a Rockshox SID fork, super cheap off of craigslist, for my mountain bike. You, dear reader, probably dont know what it is, and that's ok. Just be happy for me.

Work was great. Tomorrow is payday, and we're having a potluck with the office staff.

I'm drinking good beer. (new belgium 1554)

Quin has gone and announced my online existance. I was going to do that sometime, I swear. no really.

cheers.

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I write so infrequently you all must think i'm dead. I've been doing as well as could possibly be expected; despite being unemployed since december, I'm a well off as ever. these last two weeks i've been landscaping with my roommate ian. We're replacing this driveway in west seattle, and it's been hell. The ground is all fill off of construction sites, the ground is around %50 cement. Imaging trying to eat oatmeal filled with rocks. We cant take a shovel full of dirt without hitting a chunk of cement, iron rebar, pipes, brick, old car parts, silverware, timber, or what-have-you. Friday, I accidentally ripped up the water main and flooded half the place, not that it was all that much of a difference thanks to the rain we've been having. The equipment's been getting mired in the slop all week, and i come home at night covered in mud. Tomorrow, the owner gets back from southeast asia, where he's been for the last month or so, and gets to see the progress so far. It'll be the first time i've met the guy, should be interesting.

oh and while i'm at it, FUCK THE SEATTLE GOVERNMENT!!!! Our original plan was to rip up this guys driveway, and that of his neighbors, install drainage, and throw down pavers (bricks, like pike place). At the last minute, the neighbors call the city to inquire about permits, and we get delayed of a full week only to get a verbal ok on only half the project. the city planner's been giving us the goddamn runaround on the other half of the project, and the reason for the delay changes every day. I think he's looking to be bribed, (he mentioned that there were "ways to expedite the permits," then changed the subject.) oh, and the city didn't even meet it's own code when it buried the powerlines to this house a couple of years back. they're supposed to be 36 inched under and they're only 12 inches deep. we've narrowly missed them twice now. worthless fuckers.

aside from that, life's been ok. did well in school last quarter. read a lot of books. etc.

hello strangers. it's been awhile.

I moved back in september, worked a month straight, and then got sucked into school.

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that's just it really...




I really underestimated how shitty bicycle commuting in the winter would be. Wetness and coldness i expected. Maintenance, illness, slipperiness, and shitty driver-ness, I didn't.

I really need to get out of the house. I need this quarter to end.

THE HILLCREST MARKET IS BURNING

My favorite minimart on the hill is fucked. The plume of smoke has dissapeared within the last fifteen minuites but it was going for a couple of hours. I rode my bike to the QFC on pike & broadway; the smoke had dissipated to a haze that was hanging near the ground and making breathing difficult. My clothes now reek of it.

I feel sorry for those guys. I hope they can rebuild.


I 've been having a good weekend though... Partied friday, won $80 in a poker tournament saturday, and found out that I somehow won a new bicycle headlight in that bike-to-work comp I entered a month ago. It's the exact same model that I already have. *shrug*

DEMIMONDE

n. the class of people supported totally by lovers or protectors. A group of people considered to be on the fringes of respectable society.

I've taken the next couple of days off from work, and unless I completely fail myself I should, by Wednesday, be enrolled at SCCC, begun the financial aid process, updated my resume, scoped a good number of condos, be much more informed of the mortgage process and be in possession of a cell phone and a new skillet.

Hung out w/ casey last night, drinking and dining 'round here. Dropped in on a party at the ol' artifical limb company where someone was spinning some damn good breaks. We were about the only people there untill some massive got busticated around 2. The dj who looked like matt ells turned out to be matt ells. The Elysian refused Casey's temporary ID, so we drank trippel in the alley behind the dumpster. Great time.

planning on going to the new library today, (and drinking beer in their alleyway.)

thank you, fluorescent lighting and closed-circuit cameras, for the three least flattering images of my self I've seen in a long time. Thank you, inflation, for making a prepared meal under seven dollars a thing of the past. Thank you, wind, for moving me so precariously close to that Ford monstrosity, (which I'd like to thank ford for creating.) Thank you, derailer, for knocking my bicycle chain off the chain wheel and wedging it into the crank guard in the middle of fourth avenue. Thank you, work, for so many things a cant even begin to list here. Thank you. Thank you all.

Home again, home again....

Vancouver was fantastic. The city is more beautiful, chic, metropolitan, and culturally diverse that seattle, and has more beautiful women than it knows what to do with. (one of my compations claimed a 4:1 girl/boy ratio.) At night, however, gastown got ugly & disturbing; the streets were almost clogged with the most agressive beggars I've ever seen. Stanley park rocks.

Amtrak makes a great bloody mary.

My face is almost as red as the aformentioned drink.