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12 January 2012 | 10:11 pm

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas." Except that when I woke up this morning, I was in San Francisco. Here is what I now remember of the dreams: there is a picnic table in a forest, in a ravine with a creek. Fallen leaves all over the ground; not muddy but wet. My wallet on the ground, the twenties gone but fives and ones there. My phone missing and I can't find my car. I remember she was there with a friend. I turned around and they were gone with the car and my money. The scenes changed like the static on television between stations (when things were still analog).

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Scenery

10 January 2012 | 10:35 pm
location: San Francisco, CA
music: Kings of Convenience, "Once Around The Block"

Some (boutique, of course) bankers threw a party at an art gallery on Julia Street. I showed up in cufflinks and corduroy jacket. The wine was OK, the conversation wasn't half bad. Later Chris and I had dinner at the Four Seasons. As we were walking out, there was a conservatively-suited young white male almost-but-so-not-quite making out with a well-but-not-ostentatiously dressed young Indian female on an ornate sofa near the lobby. As we waited to get on the elevators, a large group of Japanese businessmen discussed bowing etiquette (in Japanese). Chris commented on a gentleman's pocket square - clearly made of silk because it was too floofy and thus drooping over. I casually walked back into the lobby and stood in the middle of it all while waiting for the elevator. Indeed, his pocket square was droopy. I must only buy linen squares if I intend to pursue the floofy look.

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Cleaning

2 January 2012 | 07:07 am
music: sunrise birds

I purchased a Panasonic DMC-FX48 a few years ago for it's compact size and very wide angle lens. The pictures it produced were generally better than expected and it continued faithful service until about 6 months ago when a big piece of dust (a string, maybe) found it's way onto the sensor. This Christmas, however, I found a tutorial for cleaning the sensor of a similar model. One trip to Ace Hardware and half an hour later, I had a dust-free sensor.

I have a green dress shirt that I purchased at a thrift shop a year or so ago. There's no question it is the "nicest" shirt I own. The way the panels of fabric are put together is pretty unique and the overall effect is one of refinement. The colors and textures of the fabric are brilliant and it is totally unsoiled and not even slightly threadbare. However, there were two broken buttons. I found a tutorial for sewing on new buttons. A borrowed needle and about 20 minutes later, I had a repaired shirt that I wore to work on the last Friday before the holiday break.

My parents gave me a vacuum cleaner more than a decade ago. It's a Panasonic model with very '80s color choices. In addition to the usual maintenance of replacing the collection bag, I've replaced the drive belts twice and re-spliced the power cord twice. It still works well; I used it just yesterday.

I don't know why I enjoy repairing things so much, but there is no doubt that it brings me enduring satisfaction.

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2011

1 January 2012 | 10:51 am

I wish I had something dramatic to say or, perhaps more realistically, some kind of transform to apply to my experience that rendered it meaningful for the viewer. I was hired at my first "adult" job. I fell in love and had some heartbreak. Washed my car a lot, drank a lot of tea, learned to be more social with my friends. Resolutions for 2012:

  • Continue the trend of increasing physical exercise.
  • Continue the trend of cooking more meals at home.
  • Continue the trend of making my abode more awesome to occupy.
  • Start the new monthly G6 meetings.
  • Sell the DR650.

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You Are Tired (I Think)

25 December 2011 | 01:51 pm

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings

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Tiresome

24 December 2011 | 05:15 am

I'm tired too. I just want to fall asleep with you in my arms and me in yours once more.

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16 November 2011 | 11:08 am

A sudden memory: sitting at the smog testing shop (maybe 2 years ago) while my old Acura was put through the wringer, drinking stale coffee from the complementary coffee pot, reading "The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle". It was around 9 in the morning.

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What a cunning way to condescend.

12 October 2011 | 10:24 am

I thought "man, I really can't remember anything, can I?" when suddenly I was struck by the feeling of contact between the skin of my hands and arms and the skin of her back and torso. A shiver started in my chest and blew outward.

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I can't remember anything.

20 September 2011 | 07:22 pm

I remember a movie, or maybe it was just an advertisement that in my memory is epic and longer than in reality. A man is sitting, his head shaved, his face expressionless, and he is gazing forward as he sits. Some kind of music plays, something moderately paced and not super epic with things crashing in and out but lots of changes overlapping so one senses the flow without understanding any of the elements. He gazes and things come into his view. People sit in front of him and leave. The video is time-lapse photography. Seasons change - whether he is inside or outside I can't remember. Flowers are born and die. People appear, crying; people appear, laughing; they all come and go. The man sits and gazes.

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The Face of the Earth

16 September 2011 | 08:36 pm

It's not like we were married, it was 3 or 4 months...

Some day I'm gonna master this shit.

Someday.

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