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Last night, standing outside my backdoor, looking at the chimney on the grill, charcoal smoke wafting up into the air, the driveway sloping down to the old garage/shed, the billowy clouds and blue sky, a fantastic perspective, I thought about running to get my digital camera and snapping a picture, then thought, Art is about…

I know that retro-’70s nostalgia has been with us for almost two decades ago. In fact, the television show called “That ’70s Show” is about a period now as long ago as the ’50s were when “Happy Days” was the rage. (Look closely and you’ll see that the show is somewhat similar, with another red-haired…

Just downloaded iJournal for Mac OS X. Discovered my Farallon Skyline wireless card doesn’t have a Carbon driver yet. Gonna try the OS X Eudora next. This thing is beautiful. I’ll snap a picture soon. Just attended EB’s art show opening at CCAC’s North Gallery on College at Broadway near the Oakland/Berkeley border. The whole…

For the first time in months I keep feeling disinclined to report on my thoughts and observations here. Hard to explain why, except that I seem to have an awful knot in the pit of my stomach.

Took a break from working on my book today to run three errands along Lakeshore and Grand aves today. First, I parked in the large lot on Lakeshore and walked by the crowd outside Peet’s across the street to my friendly bank from Washington that came in and bought up all the banks a few…

per and a bout of joiner-ism: 1. What was your first job? Doorman/assistant to rector at my old parish church, the Church of St. Thomas More. 2. Have you ever had an affair or fling with someone you worked with? Define affair or fling? Dated without announcing it to the rest of the office all…

What’s with this quiz/popcult/metaphor meme that is sprouting like mushrooms along the blogging groutways?

If something is at the top of my to-do list and for some reason (usually unexamined) I don’t want to do it, then nothing can get done. Cork in the bottle, sand running through the hourglass. I’ve gone offlist. I’m off the grid. I’ve come unstuck in time. I don’t know which one of us…

Marijuana, marijuana L.S.D, L.S.D. Rockefeller makes it Nixon takes it Why can’t we? Why can’t we?

A cat’s idea of fun. Sentimental fool I put the damaged butterfly out the wind where it fluttered to a tree limb, torn wings notwithstanding. Nature will make short work of the little yellow-y black living tapestry, I fear, but Fraidy won’t get the kill, not on my kitchen floor.

How to stop picking at the scabs, peeling the paint, worrying the cuticle? Deep breathing?

My neighbors, are they running a laundry from their house? Every time I step out the front or back door I’m hit by that thick sickly sweet smell. Like a thousand diapers baby fresh.

been watching “sex and the city” tapes of the second season with B. after seeing Big sing to Carrie I can’t get this tune out of my head! been TCB to quote Aretha and others. Starting to feel a weight lifting.

It’s time once again for the purgative list of crossed-out to-do’s. This time dating back to Feb 11 (and, as always, excluding sensitive client-related matters): Write locale description for corporate website Rescope content retrofit Make changes to proposal Expenses Call Willem Chapter 11 due Chapter 8 due Photo to Eric (for writer’s conference) Notes to…

I sometimes forget what sleep deprivation can do to my resilience. Can’t underestimate the value of getting enough sleep (and drinking enough water).

I think all my web wandering recently, research for my Dreamweaver book, greater involvement in blogging once again, is leading to that feeling I described to B on the phone today as the undertow—the feeling of being dragged out to sea. My eyes have always been bigger than my stomach, and my stomach bigger than…

You light up my life. x-post: memewatch

Isn’t that some kind of Irish blessing? That’s kind of how I’m feeling these days. Trying to learn how to say No, how to decline, how to end things, how to stop.

There is a writer’s dilemma: how do I handle the most powerful, juiciest thoughts and felings I have, how do I write about them, possibly make them public, if they will affect other people, possibly adversely? Don’t I at least owe it to those people affected to tell them first before blathering about gelling thoughts…

Now that it’s (finally) raining again around here, naturally the freeways are filled with morning-commute accidents and delays (or they were a few hours ago). Combine that with the kid dropoff at Oakland High at the bottom of the hill I live on the side of, and you have the obstacle course I had to…

Reading my Livejournal Friends page I am reminded that I am not fully socialized in this community yet. I have two friends besides the artsflow blog I set up, and 99% of the friends posts are by . I mean, Scot’s great and all, but I guess I need to read more journals and comment…