wednesday, 1:21 pm, kava house, eastown

last night I threw some darts in the gay-rage with reuben and pals. I threw better than i have in months. pat and I won four games in a row, much to reubens discontent. the age gap between individuals in the garage was made appearant once again. Pat asked, "where were you in 1981?". It seems as though when i was not even a thought, a year and a half before i was to enter this world, pat had just gotten out of the military and was working the door at the intersection. good grief.

I'm currently reading the new novel by douglas coupland, Eleanor Rigby. It's strange reading a coupland novel that isn't social commentary but, in fact, just a novel. It's fairly compelling though.

I'm wasting time at kava house to escape the heat. It's only natural, then, that in my journey to my local fueling station i end up waiting for over a half hour in the heat for the bus, sweat pouring down my back. Counting change and allocating two thirds to coffee and one third to bus fair, I feel more like n. reynolds daily. How much can I do with very, very little?

Before sitting down to write i thought I had something worthwhile to write about. I was wrong. Dear readers, I'm sorry once again.

killing the day

wasting the days away
pseudo looking for work

"short on long-term goals
there's a party there that
we ought to go to"

friday, the 24th

24 numbers counting downward.

this morning she broke down. I said it's okay
and i'm okay
i felt like...
...missed chances
flying upward over my existance

hot today
hotter outside

find a job...find a job...

keeping myself occupied so as not to think of the situation.

delay the frustration.

pennies slip through the cracks.

live one minute/task at a time, must fix crack in windshield.

what to say

it's been awhile...

for those of you in the loop i had a fabulous time at the reception as well as on my trip. it's been good to see brother zach back in g.r.usalem.

now i must find work. aside from the fact that taking care of all the things to be taken care of is full time in and of itself. i'll get over it, and hopefully i can find me some direction.

pope in a box

pope in a box... pope in a box... everybody waits to see the pope in a box.


Ive been wandering around rome and the vatican for a couple days now. looking for a pope jpII shot glass. yesterday i saw the colisseum, but the bear vs. lion contest is next week. its always next week.

if youre reading this on sunday, ill be home tomorrow.
if youre reading this on monday, ill be home today.
if youre reading this on tuesday, walk down wealthy street and step inside a small establishment known as mulligans pub. "there you will find him. now i have told you"

go in peace

barthelona

well, ive been in barcelona for a couple days and this is one of my favorite cities ( or should i say thities) thus far. weve seen the famous cathedral by gaudi, saw a dali exhibit, and went to a topless beach (the answer is yes). tomorrow ill see the picasso museum before we leave for rome. i enjoy reading your blogs from this far away and trying to guess what is going on. appearantly it´s hot outside and nick has accumulated a large debt and is still in gr. when i arrive in rome the first thing i will do is hold my head out of the balcony and in n. reynolds fashion yell, Ayy, fughet about it!

i´m just bustin´ ya bouls.

a small update

weve had a great trip thus far. Weve seen all the sites and museums. now were in madrid. today it got up to about 105 degrees and the city is bustling and crowded (except during siesta). on a positive note, shakira played a free concert here today in support of madrid 2012 olympic bid. on a more positive note, i missed it. now that iḿ a married man, i have to refrain from viewing such hip shaking. iḿ not feeling well today, i think i got food poisoning from all the calimari (fried squid) tapas i ate last night. i say night because lunch occurs between 2-3 pm and dinner occurs at 9-11pm. its so busy here though and all the restaurants want reservations but we have no telephone. tonight we were so sick of strange food and the hassle of reservations and hot, crowded cafes in the heat that we went to the local planet hollywood-esque restaurant in search of something familiar. im feeling a little better tonight but never again will i eat so much calimari. tomorrow we leave for barcelona, on the earliest train we could find just to escape this city. ill write more updates later. i hope everyone is well, i miss you all and peter, i hope you win wilco tickets.