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Strange happenings at Burningman

Plan B — Wed, 10 Sep 2008 06:00:50 GMT

In April of 2007 I volunteered to help with stage set up for Yuri's night at NASA Ames in Mt. View, CA. I worked with another volunteer named Daniel. He was also a South Bay burner, and we crossed paths again at other local gatherings on two or three occasions. In April of 2008 I volunteered with set up at a "Day in the Sky" event for special needs kids at the Watsonville, CA. Airport. At the event I asked the organizer if anyone showed up in response to a request for volunteer help made to the local burner groups. I was told that a woman named Denise was video taping, but during the event I was unable to locate her. In September of 2008 I was sipping a margarita at the Hair of the Dog bar in Silicon Village at Burningman. To my surprise, up walked Daniel. He introduced me to a woman that was with him, "Jerry, I'd like you to meet Denise." After talking for a while and sharing stories, I found out that...yes, she was the Denise I was trying to locate at the Watsonville Airport.

Pre-playa paranoia

Plan B — Mon, 18 Aug 2008 17:03:40 GMT

I'm being extra cautious watching out for those inattentive drivers while I'm biking. I'm being extra careful watching where I step so I don't trip, fall, and get hurt. I'm wearing gloves so I don't cut or hurt my hands. I'm on guard not to eat any spoiled food or drink any more bad water. I don't want to impair my departure to the playa, and I hope that my concerns don't jinx me. But then once I'm in BRC, things sometimes decline to "safety third."

My train of thought derailed again, twice

Plan B — Tue, 12 Aug 2008 21:01:36 GMT

I biked down to get my haircut and arrived early for some cool down time. I locked the bike and went next door to Lucky's to the mens room to put on the clean sweatshirt I had put in my backpack. I entered the store ( the air conditioning felt wonderful) and walked back to the stationary aisle where I picked out some small spiral notebooks, paid for them at the register, and headed out the store for the hair salon. I sat down in the salon and realized I hadn't changed my shirt. I decided to discretely change it right there. I opened my pack and discovered I hadn't even brought the clean sweatshirt.

There is another great opportunity to see the Space Station tonight , Thursday August 7th..

Plan B — Thu, 07 Aug 2008 20:00:27 GMT

In the San Jose and lower Bay Area it will appear at 08:53 PM approaching at 43 degrees above WNW with a maximum elevation of 77 degrees. It will have a duration of 3 minutes, and depart at 16 degrees above SE.

Go out one evening and look up to see the International Space Station passing overheard.

Plan B — Sun, 03 Aug 2008 04:07:15 GMT

A few weeks ago I heard on the radio that there would be an impressive opportunity to view the International Space Station passing overheard. Several minutes before the pass was to start we gathered out front looking up. The kids were thrilled when they saw any little blip of light, even noisier when a distant airliner made a pass. "No, that's not it." Then I saw a bright white light appear in the western sky. I pointed up and said, "There it is." We watched the ISS make a 5 minute pass almost directly overhead and then fade away. Here is the schedule for the coming passes in the SF Bay Area with two days, August 5th and 7th, showing high Maximum elevations. I'll be out there again watching as long as I'm not still running to the potty. To find the ISS viewing schedule for anywhere in the world go to: http://spaceflight1.nasa.gov/realdata/sightings/ I searched fthe schedule for San Jose. The ISS is about 200 miles overhead, so the data is probably applicable for a greater region of the bay area. THE FOLLOWING ISS SIGHTINGS ARE POSSIBLE FROM FRI AUG 01 TO WED AUG 13 SATELLITE LOCAL DURATION MAX ELEV APPROACH DEPARTURE DATE/ TIME MIN) (DEG) (DEG-DIR) (DEG-DIR) ISS Fri Aug 01/ 09:28 PM 2 11 10 above N 10 above NE ISS Sat Aug 02/ 09:53 PM 2 23 14 above NNW 23 above NE ISS Sun Aug 03/ 08:44 PM 2 11 10 above N 10 above NE ISS Sun Aug 03/ 10:20 PM < 1 32 25 above NW 32 above NW ISS Mon Aug 04/ 09:10 PM 3 25 14 above NNW 16 above ENE ISS Mon Aug 04/ 10:45 PM < 1 11 11 above W 11 above W ISS Tue Aug 05/ 09:36 PM 2 86 33 above NW 56 above SE ISS Wed Aug 06/ 10:01 PM 2 20 11 above W 20 above WSW ISS Thu Aug 07/ 08:53 PM 3 77 43 above WNW 16 above SE ISS Fri Aug 08/ 09:18 PM 3 18 14 above W 12 above S ISS Sun Aug 10/ 08:35 PM 3 16 14 above WSW 10 above S -----Tribe doesn't tabulate data very well ONLY DAYS WITH SIGHTING OPPORTUNITIES ARE LISTED This data last updated on 1 Aug 2008 16:18:15 GMT

Sick Pay ???

Plan B — Thu, 31 Jul 2008 04:49:03 GMT

On Sunday afternoon I apparently drank some tainted water. I felt fine until Monday evening when I began aching all over my abdominal area. All I ate for the past two days was a little bit of toast and coffee. Today I decided to get some more calories in me, so I rode my bike to the grocery store and slowly made my way to the dairy section. I bought 5 regular containers of yogurt and one quart of drinkable yogurt. Outside the store I sat down on a sunny bench and began drinking the quart of yogurt. A guy, probably in his late sixties, got out of a car and began walking towards the door. As he reached me he asked, "Are you a little down on your luck?" He handed me a few folded bills. I had to make a split second decision. Do I tell him I don't need the handout, or do I take it and let him enjoy his random act of kindness. I took it, said I was feeling sick, and thanked him. He entered the store and about 15 seconds later a older woman came by and said, "I hope you can use the money, that was my husband." I thanked her also. As I got home my niece was in the front yard so I told her the story and asked If I looked down on my luck. "No way, but I bet that other guy is feeling better than you right now. Go lay down." I still feel wousy, good night , and do something kind for someone sometimes. You'll feel better for it.

I'm a burner, You're a burner, Wouldn't You Like To Be a burner Too?

Plan B — Tue, 22 Jul 2008 06:21:15 GMT

The Burning Man Desert Arts Preview was held at Burning Man HQ in San Francisco with visual presentations by about a dozen artists of their funded art projects for the playa. The event lasted about four hours beginning with a 30 minute reception catered with numerous finger foods and beverages and pausing with a 20 minute intermission for more bar visits, snacking, and socializing. I decided to pass on the alcohol and grabbed a regular Coca Cola before taking my seat. It was the red can loaded with sugar and caffeine. I wanted a good jolt for the first round of presentations. I sipped my drink and tried to focus the best I could. I did fairly well, but at the intermission the conversation level went up and I zoned out a bit. Over at the beverage table I put the empty can in the recycling and grabbed another red can from the cluster of sodas. I hoped another caffeine jolt would bring me back to focus. I finished off the second drink during the next round of presentations and set the can on the floor. As the event wrapped up I reached down and picked up the empty can of... Dr. Pepper!!! I don't drink Dr. Pepper! I remember tasting it as a kid. It was like carbonated prune juice. I never drink Dr. Pepper! But yep, I drank a Dr. Pepper and liked it. I had another can of Dr. Pepper today and it's purdy good. What better place to have a life changing event than at burningman.

Is it just me?

Plan B — Tue, 15 Jul 2008 21:20:32 GMT

Yesterday I crossed paths with an old friend that I haven't seen in years. I remembered that we were in some college classes together back in Buffalo. I remembered his wife Diane. I remembered sleeping on his sofa one night because I was too tipsy to drive home after sharing a few graduation pitchers at the pub. I remembered that we both moved to Seattle to work for Boeing. I remembered that we both came to Lockheed after a big Boeing layoff. But I couldn't recall his name...until about 30 minutes after we parted ways.. Argh! Tell me I'm not alone with this kind of memory lapse.

My new memory aid

Plan B — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 04:35:35 GMT

I have a terrible time listening to lectures or presentations and taking "copious notes" at the same time. Important points are present while I'm listening, but then quickly fade from my memory. Creative ideas that bubble up during my day can quickly escape me while I search for a pencil and notepad. Names, short lists, or trivial tidbits of information disappear in spite of how determined I am to remember them until I get to my computer.. So I bought an Olympus VN-4100PC Digital voice Recorder. It has up to 144 hours recording time with 256 MB internal flash memory and can interface with my notebook computer . It can organize and store recordings in four separate folders. It can specify particular points in recording or playback with index marks for easy reference. And it has 25-hour battery life. I can record lectures and presentations and then listen to them again. I can record introductions of new people I meet. I can hang the DVR around my neck when I'm cycling so I can record my ideas as they bubble up.. I'm excited about this new tool. OK, one minor problem... where the hell did I leave my new voice recorder?

Zen Bicycling, or temporary insanity???

Plan B — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 00:48:46 GMT

It was very early on Sunday. I was warm and cozy in my cocoon of blankets, waking with the first hint of dawn. Barely opening my right eye I could sense that the room was no longer in total blackness. I teetered in that delicate balance between sleep and alertness. I pondered what I had planned for the morning. Did I really want to get up so early... on a Sunday morning! What time was it? Dare I turn over to look at the clock. I had already scuttled my plans to be on the Marina Green again for the start of the Escape from Alcatraz. Public transit just wasn't providing any sensible options for getting there by 8:00 AM. I rolled over on to my right side and pulled the blanket away from my face. I opened my right eye a bit more to see the glowing red numbers. 4:47 AM. The alarm was set for 5:00 AM. I reached my arm out from under the covers and flipped the switch so the buzzer wouldn't totally shake me out of my sleep. Did I really want to get up? I threw off the blankets and sat up on my bed in disbelief of what I was contemplating. I reached over to the desktop and grabbed the cup of coffee I placed there the night before. I carefully removed the plastic lid and gulped down the cool tasty coffee. I was now at a point of no return. There was no crawling back under the covers. I pulled on my cycling gear...my shorts, socks, shoes, a sweatshirt, fleece and down vest, and then put on a hat--backwards. I left off the cycling tights sensing I wouldn't need them once my legs were pumping. I grabbed my backpack, slung it over my back, stood up, checked the clock, 5:12 AM, pushed open the door and headed for my bike. I turned on my rear red light and front headlight. I lifted the headlamp hanging from the handlebars, pulled the strap around my hat, and clicked the switch to a steady light. I walked the bike up to and out the gate, closing it with care so I didn't wake the neighborhood with the loud closing clunk. Positioning my hands and foot, I lurched my bike forward and kicked my leg over taking position on the bike. I rolled off the driveway and headed away pedaling down the street. Reaching the corner, my breathing and heart rate were labored. I turned and headed east on Homestead Road. The road was deserted. A long string of green traffic signals lured me onward. I picked up momentum and settled into a steady cadence. The morning air was pleasant, the chill was gone. It was very quiet, even the birds were still silent. I passed my first Starbucks and it had yet to open. I kept the chain in one gear and I was spinning at a consistent rate. I anticipated the signals and adjusted my speed to catch the green light when possible. I had few cars to distract me. My eyes relaxed in a distant gaze and I was no longer aware of my breathing and heart rate. I was moving at a good clip and racking up the miles. I kept moving on, and on. The streets belonged to me. I was achieving Zen bicycling. I wasn't pedaling my bike toward San Jose, rather I was spinning the Earth below me as I zoned out and tuned in, clearing my mind...not thinking, just doing. My senses were beeming with the sights, smells, and sounds of early morning. I pedaled on. Daylight was beginning to flood the valley. I shut off my lights. The birds were greeting me. It felt like a spiritual awakening. The streets were getting busier. Other caffeine junkies were out in search of their morning fix. I found my fix. I was feeling an endorphin high. My journey took me past Santa Clara University and around the southern end of the San Jose Airport. I continued through San Jose toward Milpitas. I veered in North San Jose and placed Moffet Field in my cross hairs. I was moving through territory I hadn't seen for a while. There was a lot of new construction and some vacant buildings. And acres of empty parking lots. Great America was waking up. I pushed on, shifting among three gears to maintain my speed and cadence. I swung past some of my old work buildings at Lockheed. It seemed most locations now belonged to other firms and Lockheed hid securely behind fences, barriers, guard shacks and gates. I acknowledged the "Blue Cube." Hush, hush, we didn't talk about that building. I moved on along the southern end of Moffet Field remembering all the P-3's that buzzed in and out years ago. I turned away from Moffet, heading into and across Mt. View, over the expressway and back towards Sunnyvale. South on Mary Avenue towards Homestead High I was on the final long leg of my trek. Back at Homestead Road I turned back onto the first leg of the morning. One mile down the road from where I began my journey I pulled in at Mc D's. I was soaked with sweat, hungry and thirsty. I locked my bike and my first stop of course--the men's room. Then it was back to the dining area for a big breakfast and coffee, lots of coffee. About 2 1/2 hours and some 30 miles since I began the journey, I was thinking that my morning insanity was about to end with a soak in the hot tub, while for a bunch of other crazies, insanity was beginning with a jump into the cold San Francisco Bay and their escape from Alcatraz.

Random Discovery

Plan B — Tue, 10 Jun 2008 04:14:11 GMT

I brought home a drink refill from Taco Bell (yeah, I go there a lot) about noon time and set it down on an outdoor benchtop while I went inside to check my email for a few minutes. I went back out after about an hour and saw the drink. I reached for it and the cup was very hot. I decided to be adventurous. I took a sip through the straw. Hmmm, not bad. Hot, but pretty tasty. Hot, flat, Cherry Pepsi would make a good winter warm up drink. It's like a highly sweetened cherry tea.

Homouroboros and cycles of 18

Plan B — Thu, 05 Jun 2008 06:54:06 GMT

It was June 1972 at the age of 18 that I had my final of a series of neurosurgeries for a head injury. 18 years later in 1990 I was down again with another head injury from a bicycle crash. Now June 2008, again 18 years later, I sat in the park, looked up, and pondered these cycles and the symbolism of 18 monkeys spinning above on a carousel. I'm probably starting my final cycle of 18 years and I pray it begins without another head injury. Cycling has become ingrained in my life. I hope this last trek is my best.

It Could've Been Me

Plan B — Tue, 27 May 2008 04:19:38 GMT

I went to Taco Bell this evening and ordered a single burrito. I stepped aside for a guy with his young son. He placed a rather large order. My order came out and I took a seat. The guy and his son came around the divider, walked past me and headed out the door. A few minutes later the cashier said to another employee, "He left without his food." In a few more minutes a truck pulled into the parking lot. The guy walked back into Taco Bell and said, "I guess I forgot something." He picked up his order and headed back to his truck. I just sat there and thought to myself, "I understand, I understand."

Bay to Breakers

Plan B — Mon, 19 May 2008 16:45:10 GMT

Over the years, I've gone up to San Francisco many times for the mid-May Bay to Breakers race/run/walk. Most years I was mainly a spectator, viewing the race from various locations along the course. In 2002 I walked the walk. I started at the Caltrain Station and walked to Howard Street where I entered the course about 3 blocks past the starting line. I then walked the course until the 6 mile point where I sat down with sore knees. After a rest, I headed into the party area at the polo field where I rested again, and then walked around the party probably completing another few miles. But I never crossed the race finish line. In 2003 I went up again for the race. I took public transit to Golden Gate Park and walked back to the 6 mile point where photograpers were perched overhead on cherry pickers to capture each runner on camera. I stood there watching the seeded runners pass by and then watched a long parade of costumes. Once the race thinned out, I headed for the ocean completing my remaining race course mileage, crossing the finish line, and noting my time. Perhaps I hold a record with a time of 1 year, 1 hour, and 56 minutes for the Bay to Breakers course. But it wouldn't be difficult for anyone to set a new record. In 2004 I returned to the 6 mile point. I stood in front of the cherry pickers so I didn't block the sidewalk for the runners. About 50 yards ahead a repeating announcement played, "Photographers ahead, wave your arms, show your number, look for your photo on the internet." A woman in shorts and t-shirt approached to where I stood. She waved her arms, looked up at the photographers and then pulled up her t-shirt flashing her bare breasts. We looked at each other and exchanged big smiles as she continued her run. I went up again this year, taking Caltrain as usual. I'm always taken aback at how many people consume multiple cans of beer so early in the morning. I took the N Judah line towards GG Park. But when I saw the overcast chilly weather, I turned back and stationed myself at Van Ness and Hayes to watch the race from the sunny side of the street. After watching the last of the runners pass by, I headed for downtown. Looking down at the sidewalk I saw a penny. I reached down grabbing it and thinking I was a penny richer. Three blocks later I looked down again and saw a rolled up dollar bill, no... two, no... there was a total of $20 in fives and ones. Woo Hoo! Bay to Breakers always provides me with new, fun, exciting experinces in the already exciting city of San Francisco.

Bike to Work Day???

Plan B — Fri, 16 May 2008 06:22:00 GMT

Today was no different from any other day, except I was sweatier from longer morning rides, but the heat helped evaporate the sweat . I managed to visit 4 energizer stations along the way for coffee, pastry and fruit before taking refuge in an air conditioned Starbucks to read and write for a while. Then I headed for downtown San Jose which necessitated a shirt change on arrival, for whatever good that did.

Deja Vu!!! Vuja De??? And...???

Plan B — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 02:55:08 GMT

I think most everyone is familiar with Deja Vu. Vuja De is the joke term for when something or somewhere that should be familiar is suddenly very different. Being in a situation you’ve been in a thousand times before, and feeling like it’s the first time that it’s happened. Here is another experiential situation I encounter: I often have the experience of meeting or hearing from someone, or discovering or locating an item or some information a few days after thinking or talking about the person, item, or info. Most recently I was talking about my memory and recall problems. A few days later I turned on the radio and heard psychologist and author Gary Marcus talking about his book...Kluge: The Haphazard Construction of the Human Mind. It was comforting to discover I'm not alone with my memory, thinking and decisions sometimes backfiring or derailing. Anyhow, I'm wondering if there is a term that labels this type of experience of randomly encountering someone or something after thinking about them or it. the 3 vu’s of psychology: deja vu – the sensation of having seen something new before jamais vu – the sensation of not having seen something you’re familiar with before presque vu – the “tip of the tongue” phenomena, of almost but not quite remembering something

My best friend

Plan B — Thu, 17 Apr 2008 14:22:59 GMT

I've been house sitting and dog watching for a relative this past week. The dogs spend the night upstairs on their sleeping pads. I've been sleeping downstairs on a long sofa in my sleeping bag. Each morning around 5 AM while it was still dark, my favorite pooch would come down into my room and climb up on my back. I'd wake up and dared not turn or roll over. It was nice to feel some unconditional love. Or maybe he was just setting me up to get his morning treat.

Lost in Space

Plan B — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 06:39:09 GMT

I was feeling stressed after a morning of mental gymnastics sorting through boxes of papers. My eyes were strained and tired from reading and typing on the keyboard. I headed for the fitness club and slid into the hot tub. I tuned into the babbling of the spa jets and gazed out at the stream of bubbles dancing away and shimmering in the light. My mind relaxed and the tension eased in my eyes. It was a very theaputic way to relax, but maybe too much so. Within about half an hour two people checked in with me to see if I was Ok. I was zoned out, lost in a gaze. Maybe next time I need to wear sunglasses, or an advisory sign.

Rites of Passage

Plan B — Wed, 02 Apr 2008 03:36:06 GMT

Way back, when I was becoming a teen, I would sit waiting in a barber shop and observe older men getting their hair cut. After finishing the haircut, the barber would turn on a machine, gather a handful of hot lather, and apply it to the back neck area of the customer. Next the barber would open a straight razor, hone it on a leather strap and shave the neck area. One day, after my haircut was over, I heard the machine turn on and felt the comfort of the hot lather on my neck. Then the razor was honed on the strap and my neck was shaved. That was a rite of passage. Recently, following a haircut, my barber picked up a comb and scissors and said, "Let's trim some of those long wild hairs in your eyebrows. A sign of getting older... yet another rite of passage.

Random acts of...social interaction

Plan B — Thu, 27 Mar 2008 19:59:31 GMT

I stood in line counting out a handfull of change for my morning coffee. I saw a dime slip through my fingers and I heard it hit the floor. I finished counting the change minus the dime I dropped. I began to look for the dime when the guy behind me said, "I think you'll need help with this. The dime bounced off the floor and into the cuff of your left sportsock. You could probably never do that again in a hundred years." I reached down into my sock for the dime and thanked him for the help. As I sat sipping my coffee I pondered the randomness of that event, and his statement of how unlikely it was that it could occur again. I concluded that the odds would be no different than the dime falling twice to any other random location on the floor. While it was quite amusing, there was nothing special about the location where it came to rest. As I left I thanked him again for his assistance but kept my insight to myself. I saw no reason to ruin his obvious amusement and enjoyment of the serendipitous event. I just smiled with him and thought of the time he saved me from a frustrating search. We both gained from the experience.

Intersecting Timelines

Plan B — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 03:01:51 GMT

For several seasons in the mid to late 90's I worked as a whitewater river guide on the American River near Placerville, Ca. I met many other guides over the years, but we moved on to new interests and new places and we've been out of contact for 3, 4, 5, or more years. During the weekend of March 14th-16th in Santa Cruz, timelines came together again for some of us. On each of the 3 days I worked at the Kayak Surf Festival I randomly crossed paths with guides I worked with several years ago and a few hundred miles away. One person recognized me in a thrift shop. I spotted two others bicycling past where I was working. A fourth person saw me walking near the cliff railing and called out my name. I also saw three people that were participants on some the rafting trips I worked. It's somewhat mystical how timelines intersect. This led me to recall some of the other wild random encounters I've had with friends in locations far away in time and/or distance from where we first knew each other. In the Spring semester of 1975, Mary Kay (Otis) was a resident assistant in my college dormitory in Oswego, NY. I knew her for only that semester as she then transferred to another university. In 1982 while walking in downtown Seattle I heard a strangely familiar woman's voice asking, "Do I know you?" I looked over at the woman. It was Otis. During the late seventies, I was working as a summer camp counselor at a camp for special needs kids near Buffalo, NY. I went back for a short time in the summer of 1980 just before moving to Seattle on a hire from Boeing. On a day off I went to my college for some transcript records. As I was walking out of the records office I came face to face with Andre, with whom I had breakfast that morning in the camp dining hall. During the cross country move to Seattle I stopped off in the Bay area to see my brothers and sisters. I decided to spend a day in San Francisco. I was waiting down in the Powell Street BART Station. A train pulled in, the doors opened, and I was again standing face to face again with Andre. I took three semesters of classes at SUNY College at Buffalo to get a second Bachelor degree. Don was in two classes of computer programming I took. Walking amongst the shelves in the computing section at the Seattle Library in 1981 I turned a corner and was face to face with Don. I used to hang out in a small "hole in the wall" Country & Western bar in Santa Clara. I became friends with Paul, and we would see each other at other C & W bars in the South Bay. In 1987, following a college reunion, I rented a car in Syracuse, NY to do some driving around the northeastern states. During a stop in NYC I was walking through Times Square. I heard a guy say, "Hey, pardner." I looked over. It was Paul. Louise and I had our lockers next to each other through high school. We pestered each other by slamming shut each other's locker door. My journey in the rental car went back to my hometown of Niagara Falls. I stopped at a department store. Walking in one door I looked to my side and there was Louise walking out the adjacent door. She was visiting from Tennesee and had just arrived in Niagara Falls. I'm not surprised by such random encounters anymore. I've almost come to expect them. Who will I see today?

Life long kayaking skills

Plan B — Sat, 22 Mar 2008 06:16:28 GMT

Last weekend I once again helped out at the Kayak Surf Festival in Santa Cruz. The competitors went out on the big ocean waves in river kayaks and surf boats and did some impressive maneuvers, including spins, enders, pirouettes, cutbacks, and radical turns, and showed expert surf paddling techniques in judged events. Under their pfds, jackets, helmets and sunglasses, the paddlers were unrecognizable except for the colors of their competition jerseys. Following the competition of each day I would see some of these paddlers, many friends of mine, and notice their extra pounds, receding and graying hair, wrinkles in their faces and a not so perfect postures. I was humbled to realize that these were the same people whose paddling left me in awe earlier in the day. Many of these people once paddled in Olympic level competitions, and they still display their impressive skills, some 10, 20, 30, 40 years later.

T-minus 9 minutes and holding

Plan B — Tue, 11 Mar 2008 05:48:57 GMT

I'm watching the space shuttle Endeavor countdown to launch live on NASA TV http://www.nasa.gov/multimedia/nasatv/ About 15 minutes into a scheduled 45 minute hold right now, it's been interesting listening to the checks, checklists, commentaries, and other communications along with watching the live video feeds at the launch site.

Watch out !!!

Plan B — Fri, 07 Mar 2008 01:56:30 GMT

Check the date on your watch. It may be a day fast if it didn't adjust for the leap year. Then remember daylight savings time resumes Sunday the 9th. Spring forward.

Therapy Sessions

Plan B — Thu, 06 Mar 2008 03:35:22 GMT

I've been feeling a bit tired and worn lately, so I tried some therapy today. I began with drug therapy this afternoon...coffee. I've come to prefer it over alcohol therapy as long as it's not too late in the day. Then I opted for some retail therapy. I went to the tool crib at Orchard Supply and was mesmerized by all the shiny tools. But I did a reality check and decided I already have all the tools I need. So then I headed for the nearest Goodwill store and was greeted by the 50% off sign at the door. I wandered past the menswear and found a fleece jacket that was pleading for some playazation. I grabbed it. Then I sneaked past the womens wear and found some items that screamed, "We're already playazized." It sometimes seems that certain events have been predestined to occur. Then it was off to the health club for water therapy. I soaked in the hot tub for an hour. Now I'm ready for some sleep therapy. It was a good day. Tommorow I'll greet the day and put together my burnerwear for the Burnal Equinox. After coffee!