Great Spam Poetry

"I know what you mean," he cried, "and it is exactly that that I cannot."

More and more uncompromising
were now distorted with grins of anticipation,
of arithmetic,
something unthinkable,
yet necessary to thought.

Or it was so far as to rend the veil of one mystery.
If you want to know what you are,
a bad one, I think, at that;
not a thing to be worshipped as God.
The ONE bad one, I think, at that; not a thing to be worshipped as God.

The one
the blue sky beyond,
where huge soft clouds passed slowly over,
the darkening street,
who every day marched into battle to the music of the barrel-organ.

Summer Circus, YO!

Just back in, and freshly SHOWERED, after a wonderfully almost-warm weekend in Southern Oregon at Summer Circus, sort of Emerg'n'See's jam-band cousin. The show was great and we had a blast -- I'm looking forward to it again next year although it looks like we might wind up back down more than once over the summer to reprise the event. I can now tell the difference between "Maya Gold" and "Potemkin Pumpkin" varieties of weed.....420, yo, bro!?

What fun, though. Total subwoofer geekery and all-night thumpy-thumpy. I can't wait for The Burning Man!

Eugene's Moral Decline

We're having a rainy lunch in grey Eugene en route to the Summer Circus event in Southern Oregon (pleeeeeeez let this rain stop!) and have, in quick succession, been served the single most fucked-up mocha ever (no espresso! no chocolate!) from a kid who realized half his mistake as he missed the math and undercharged us by a few cents. We fled up the street to Taylor's where a Spanish Coffee came as coffee with a shot of Kahlua and a shot of orange liquer. Mmmm....is there supposed to be something else?

On the bright side, the truck is stable on the highway although a bit sluggish in town.

Wheeeeee!!!

Indian Heaven, June 20-22

Indian Heaven backpacking trip in the vestiges of the snow the weekend of June 20-22. Leave Friday afternoon (not evening) and return late Sunday.

In? Interested?

Optimisticity!!

Which I believe could be defined something like "being so damned happy to be here now".

That's my day!

ATTACK! Of The Coven!

Nicole and I took a trip up the Gorge to visit Bonneville Hot Springs, a nice freebie soak'n'wrap affair at a place that your grandmother would think was a bit too conservative. I will briefly recommend the food but if you have to tolerate the bad flamenco guitar background music....erch...

Fleeing the clones, I steered us toward Maryhill Museum (WOW - hadn't been, would recommend it wholeheartedly) and eventually the Stonehenge replica. Built by Sam Hill as a memorial to the soldiers who died in World War I, we found it occupied by a creeeeepy kid doing the Jesus Christ Pose and shuffling around backwards mumbling under his breath. Our giggles finally subsided although he sat in his truck and gave us the Evil Eye for a bit before finally wandering off and leaving us to our irksome behaviors.

When we got back to the truck we had no electrical. No speedometer. No windshield wipers. Hmmmmmm. No fuel pump action! Nic unearthed the fuse box (what, am I supposed to know where it is?) and we restored the wipers and basic electrical but only got a bit down the road before the terminal nature of the fuel pump became obvious. I believe I was in the middle of a joke about Alistair Crowley when the truck coughed and went dead, power steering abandoning me on a slight curve at 55mph. We coasted to a stop just off Highway 14 in a gravel lot. In the rain.

And it wasn't so bad! We continued to be irksome while waiting for the tow truck to arrive, both cell phones struggling to breathe their last but making it through. And Big Art, the driver, was a prince and ran us around town after dropping the carcass at my mechanic. Not so bad. We missed Happy Hour but now we know....don't laugh at The Coven!

First Deliberate Furniture

While Andy gets going on the new dining room table, I had the opportunity to pick up a chair last night. Yes, that's really it. Yes, it's actually comfortable. Yes, it NEEDS a slipcover to retain its "showroom floor" look. Leather. Fur. Horns. Whips. Handcuffs. All over an antique dental chair.

It got a lot of attention last night but needed a firm hand to come with me.

;-)