Category: still breathing

Historical administrivia: The Still Breathing weblog was continued at Shallow Breathing, and then at bodega, and currently X-POLLEN. Related musings can be found at Stealing Sheep and Radio Free Blogistan. This note won’t make much sense once this entry is imported into X-POLLEN….

of all the things i could have been posting about the last few weeks if my life hadn’t been such a timesink (such as the rest of the new orleans chronicles, day by day; my trip to new york and getting comped into the phish show at radio city music hall by one of those…

Finally starting to unwind… it only took three or four days of extra sleep and fried seafood to do it. Here’s my take on the second day of the Fest: 4/29 Large frozen cafe au lait Beignets Frozen water Patina earrings for B with Germaine Bazzle’s scatting carrying over from the Jazz tent E) Indian…

Strange, my Mac says it’s 8:43, the clocks here in New Orleans say it’s 10:40, and this diaryland entry form says it’s 9:19:10? whassup widat? Report from Jazz Fest: 4/28 Drove to Fest with convertible top up. Large unsweetened rosemint tea Beignets Soft-shell crab po’boy B) Mrs. Wheat’s crawfish pie that turns out to be…

sax drifting up through my loose wind-rattly window from down on the street. somehow brings me back to standing in harry kwan’s today, with loosely stitched together suitings pinned and flattened and tucked and readjusted. felt like i was going back in time. not that i have that many occasions to wear a suit, but…

Key in lock, baby. Key in lock. Keystonery afoot. Cornerstonehengeosity. “A child could do it! A child could do it!” A little of this, a little of that. Snail trails have direction. Follow your nose. Body Language 201: Conversation. Stop trying to make sense when it falls off the log. “A delay makes its own…

learning at a furious pace how to build and manage large-scale web sites and researching content-management systems so i can streamline the whole publishing aspect of the web and make it easier to wail. at first, the mere existence of the net and the *relative* ease of posting to the web (even via telnet and…

Kill the narrator. He talks too much. You talk too much. (You never shut up.) Shut up “shuttin’ up.” (Good for dialog) I TOLD YOU TO SHUT UP maybe that;s why dead narrators tell the best stories? “…then they kilt me.” x Just relaxing and being yourself puts you at the head of the pack.…

something rare for me happened a few nights ago: i dreamed about jerry garcia. now, some deadheads have these kinds of dreams all the time (and especially dreams of being at shows), but not me. i’ve only had the “intimate show” dream once or twice and never a “talking to the celebrity just like a…

sitting here still with a stiff neck that just won’t go away. got home and went to the backyard to chill. cat came by and we communed for a while. i finally let her sit on my lap some. kept thinking b was home but it was other car doors closing up and down the…

incredible heat and not enough time to do all the things that need to be done. got my fixer ticket signed by one of two oakland motorcycle cops busy rousting a somnolent bearded derilect folded up at the base of a lamppost near the big grand “theft” auto on park boulevard and 18th. now, i…

overdid it somehow lugging stuff to san diego and back last week (or, really, the week before). tried to pack light but still ended up with a sore neck, rigid trapezius and achey lower back. starting to pull it together physically, though, and enjoying the adventures of the moment. got a few messages from readers…

everything seems to be up in the air at this timeeverything seems to be up in the air at this timeone of these daysit’ll all settle down, buteverything seems to be up in the air at this time –camper van beethoven when this it hits the fans, boy does it ever. it seems to be…

driving up 14th street to work this morning, i saw men at work in the road, using one of those tools that digs up asphalt (a back hoe?), painted a dull yellow with those corrugated teeth on the digging part and swooping neck making it look like some sort of dinobirdanimal, and at once i…

greg morocco bulldog breath severance dropped me note sometime between yesterday and today to let me know he’s diarylanding too (morocco.diaryland.com). Nice to have the company. I tried using the blogger tool that syrup‘s been having a ball with lately but I think the tight security at ezone’s host defeated its attempt to ftp the…

new shoes! new shoes! my feets are so happy and snug. i guess i swear by ecco. my feet are size 44 in their system, though i could wear a 43 on the right foot, which is a tad shorter. both feet seem to keep getting bigger (flattening out under my weight? loading up on…

looking for refills for my mach 3 razor, i parked at the walgreen’s near 51st street and telegraph. before i figured out that the refills were kept behind checkout number one, i witnessed an odd charade: a woman returning a dented pringles can for one dollar, grinning at me in bluff abandon as i interrupted…

don’t keep dosing the baby. that’s one of the things i learned the other day. that kid in self who doesn’t know the name of anything but has a cat-like feel for what’s really going on. ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny they say. i know that’s greek to most. ontogeny is the development of the fetus in…

i need a new nipple! my amazingly compact NEC Ready 20LT laptop, Oyster, has one of those nipple-pointing-device controllers between (among) the G, H, and B keys. I kind of like it, but the rubber thingie started wearing through months ago and now does nothing to protect my fingertips from the plastic stick itself. another…

been refribbing a collaborative writing project. ran into the limits of what i could do all by myself some years back and been on a quest to discovers modes of collaboration with other people whose talents i admire and with whom i can imagine a good fit. there’ve been false starts and some very satisfying…