May 2nd thru the 8th, 2004Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week Sunday May 2nd, 2004 Ooh Sunday. Slept in (see Saturday) then got up and just played Tiger Woods for a wiz-ile. Then a ran over to Taco Bell and finished American Desert. Magical Realism. Looks like I am all into Magical Realism. When I have the time and the wherwithal, I will tell you what Magical Realism is, and why, it seems, I am drawn to it lately. But for now, look you here: American Desert is an interesting book.
Monday May 3rd, 2004 Let the month officially begin. I rose at dawn, which is a lie, and went to the gym which is true, and ran 3 miles on the treadmill, and lifted weights quickly. Light ones. Can't be bothered. A walk home and a shower later, and I was ready to go to the airport to pick up a friend returning from a dance competition in LA. And she won! She's got three trophies!
After that the dance came over to watch her dance competition on the DVD player while I updated this here blog right here. And for those who wanted it, The Monsters who have been hosting the Cool Vocabulary Word of the Moment on the right have been archived at Monstrous Words. Tuesday May 4th, 2004  Paid off a credit card today. Debt is the American Way,
I know. I am so American! And I did it in the partial nude. I'm not one of those "naked" types who prefers
being nude, who usually stays undressed unless propriety or weather makes clothing necessary. I don't even
much like sleeping undressed, or even only in underwear. Something about my legs touching each other. But
for some reason I have been prancing about the house today in just my skivvies, and not the usual
boxer-briefs, but in the bikini-cuts that I only wear when it's laundry day and I've run out of all the
others. Egad.
Wenesday May 5th, 2004, Cinco de Mayo 
Bukk's been a good boy today. Got up and did my chores, first thing-- made the beds, did the dishes,
cleaned the countertops, folded the clothes. Now I'm going to eat breakfast and run the vacuum cleaner. And
I'm doing it all in sarong. When I got up I was cold but figured once I got moving it would be okay-- then,
as I was folding a blanket, I decided to just wrap it around myself, and voila, sarong. I have to say its
really quite comfortable. Warm without being too warm, easy to move in... Of course the real test will be
DDR. I'll keep you posted.Filled out a questionaire for Strategic Vision, Inc., concerning my new-ish car. After careful consideration of my answers, I beleive they will determine that Kia Spectra owners are: boring as hell. Dropped some things at the post office. Zenheart is receiving books and someone in DC is getting pictures. Hit the lake, Greenlake, for walk with many people and one dog. After that I and Canadensis had cheeseburgers at Red Mill, then she dropped me off... and then the bat signal shone in the late afternoon sky, and I was off to Capitol Hill to fight injustice. Deed done, since I was in the neighborhood, I dropped in on SquidDevil, and we watched "Cowboy Bebop", a very cool animé series... I was totally digging on the opening theme music, "Tank," written by Yoko Kanno and performed by her ensemble The Seatbelts. I am trying to download some of their stuff now... Pseudo secret message to someone who asked me what my house looks like-- a photo essay will be generated later today. Stay tuned. Thursday May 6th, 2004 
I have a co-worker whom I also consider a good friend, who likes to tease me because I am always engaging
him in debates that involve situational ethics. But I do it and feel it's necessary because I have come to
an understanding about context: context is all, and in the right context anything becomes "true." For
example, we can create context wherein it is required for the happy survival of the human race that one man
be ridden with a painful cancer. Indeed, most novels are just elaborate contexts for the purpose of showing
off some unique set of circumstances in which a plot is manifested. And the reason for doing this is to
discover if there any truths that hold regardless of the situation, and if so, then there ARE truths that
exist exterior to context and thus, context is NOT all. More than one logistician and philosopher has shown
how no system of rules can be ever so complete as to define itself, but this is only half the picture--
discovering just what those truths are that are necessary for the system to be completely defined is the
other half. And so that's why I engage people in debates involving situational ethics. What complicates it
all is that I usually am more interested in the "why" than the "what," or, in other words, I like to
consider the context of the context, the "meta" if you will... and I don't have, in this glib paragraph, an
explanation for that. So, I shall insert a picture of a puppy licking a baby instead.Woke. Rose. Puttered. Worked. UT2K4. TW2K4. DDR. Karaoke. Ender's Game. Walk around Greenlake with D5V. A mass of people's at her's later to watch the final "Friends." I actually didn't watch it, but sat in a corner talking about synecdoche and metonymy. Came home. wrote the above. Love you all. Bed time. Friday May 7th, 2004 Aaaahhhh... Well we turned one mother out and got another mother started. The weekend will see another mother get it done Cisco-style too and who knows how we'll handle that new mother next week but that's a mother for another time, if you can diggit.
Saturday May 8th, 2004  Went over the Studio to help my good friend clean up
the place. Also there were Squid Devil, and Hellianna, and at 1 Nelly-wanna arrived; we went to Julia's on
CapHill for a bit o' lunch and to discuss the writing of fiction. Back to the Studio and we worked till
'bout 5 and got the job done. Shoot over to Archie McPhee's with Nelly-wanna to get some goodies and them
back t' mah cribGot cleaned up (as it were) and picked up Min for to go to a barbeque of sorts in the U District, had a few hot dogs, read some jokes in Maxim magazine... and then we left, we being many of us, and we went to The Chapel, which was sort of cool in a sort of loud loungy bar kind of way, and then we went to Neighbor's where everyone danced and in this way participated willingly and not-willingly in the big group-grope that passes for dancing these days ("these days" being the years called A.D.) We couldn't find the car after that but then we did and it was home again, home again, jiggety jog. Or is that jiggedy? Previous Week | Archive Index | Current Blog | Next Week |
I walked over to the nearby parked and played with a Yard a Rang for a while. Got it caught in a thorn bush
at one point, so now I am slightly punctured. But I am a better man for it.The I went for a walk around
Greenlake with D5V and Penulta. Got back home, ate some chicken, potatoes, corn, applesauce. Gravy. Peeps.
Had an 
Then I came back home and worked and TW2K4 then met
Thegoodwin for dinner at a barbecue joint. Delicious. And so good to see her again after too long an
absence. After that 'twas bowling, for verily, the new season has started. I bowled a 154, a 168, and a 72.
I was sandbagging, you see. That makes my average 131, which is about 20 pins under what I can do when I
concentrate, so I should have nice bonus pins in the coming weeks.
So there's this song that I have called "Spybreak" from the 
