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| Kristine's 21st - Tracy, Ca - 2011 |
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Monday, December 5, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Dogs on every side
The little yellow house
or duplex
so close to everything
close with you
sharing a mailbox
and a coffee maker
and a spice drawer.
Your scanner on the chair
where I want to sit and watch you
write, edit, upload
articles and pictures and articles
Galarina at our feet.
Her green sweater for security
her purple toy that you say shouldn't be an inside toy
it's too loud, but I throw it
bouncing off doorways
and walls
our neighbors can hear it
but Galarina likes to play.
She sleeps so snug
on the couch we picked
burnt orange and leather (I hope)
where we sit and watch only the good TV shows
where we paint
and we drink beer
and we rest our feet.
or duplex
so close to everything
close with you
sharing a mailbox
and a coffee maker
and a spice drawer.
Your scanner on the chair
where I want to sit and watch you
write, edit, upload
articles and pictures and articles
Galarina at our feet.
Her green sweater for security
her purple toy that you say shouldn't be an inside toy
it's too loud, but I throw it
bouncing off doorways
and walls
our neighbors can hear it
but Galarina likes to play.
She sleeps so snug
on the couch we picked
burnt orange and leather (I hope)
where we sit and watch only the good TV shows
where we paint
and we drink beer
and we rest our feet.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Blue line to Gresham
Last night.
After work I went to a local bar/pub and had a couple beers and then rode my bike to the Max station across the bridge. I had no idea when it was supposed to come to I just sat on the curb, in the cold, and waited. For about 30 minutes. Frost bite. But not really.
After getting my bike on the hook, which is no easy task, I took out my book and dove in. Only, behind me were two girls listening to music. After a couple verses I realized they were listening to none other than Weird Al Yankovic. First "Gangster's Paradise" then "White and Nerdy." I started laughing; I couldn't help it. Like, uncontrollably. I tried getting back to my book but I found myself reading the same lines over and over. Weird Al took my focus. So I gave up and put my book away. But by this time it was only two stops until my stop.
Got off Max and took the elevator up to street level. And yes, the elevator floor was covered in piss. Oh well. I put my helmet on and turned on my lights and headed home.
The ride is really nice because it starts with a big hill. I mean a BIG hill. I think it might have been raining though. Maybe just sprinkling. It's exhilarating. Flying down the hill trying not to hit any pot holes or ride through any big puddles. Small puddles are okay. I made a left followed by another.
Then I got home.
Good night.
After work I went to a local bar/pub and had a couple beers and then rode my bike to the Max station across the bridge. I had no idea when it was supposed to come to I just sat on the curb, in the cold, and waited. For about 30 minutes. Frost bite. But not really.
After getting my bike on the hook, which is no easy task, I took out my book and dove in. Only, behind me were two girls listening to music. After a couple verses I realized they were listening to none other than Weird Al Yankovic. First "Gangster's Paradise" then "White and Nerdy." I started laughing; I couldn't help it. Like, uncontrollably. I tried getting back to my book but I found myself reading the same lines over and over. Weird Al took my focus. So I gave up and put my book away. But by this time it was only two stops until my stop.
Got off Max and took the elevator up to street level. And yes, the elevator floor was covered in piss. Oh well. I put my helmet on and turned on my lights and headed home.
The ride is really nice because it starts with a big hill. I mean a BIG hill. I think it might have been raining though. Maybe just sprinkling. It's exhilarating. Flying down the hill trying not to hit any pot holes or ride through any big puddles. Small puddles are okay. I made a left followed by another.
Then I got home.
Good night.
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