racetrack and snausage

So a few hours ago i went to le store to pick up some crap for le dinner.

i went to um.. FM like always. and it was good. but i got there with one idea for dinner. a big loaf of le bread for putting butter and garlic and cheese on and baking.. iit's pretty tasty. so i went to get that.. and then i figured i'd have an idea for the rest of the meal bythe time i got ready to go. so yeah on my way to the bread i saw some foods .. nothing good.. my goal was to entirely avoid work when cooking.

so i foundnothing and started wandering blankly around the store.

and i heard someone say my name. i was startled and couldn't find the source of the word....

Then i saw Shannon's dad. he said hi, and asked how i was doing. we talked about my practice and house.. we talked about the space. he asked what i wanted, if it wasn't that. it made me think. i dont' know still. then we talked about the racetrack. and whether it isn't good. or it is. he raised an excellent point. at the rate their building housing out there, it would likely end up as hundreds of houses with no lots and 3 cars per house, which would permanently gridlock our streets, while with 4 races a year it would only do that those four weeks. which is tolerable.. and we can take vacations from that. who knows.. either way it might be smart to move.. or wait till it's there somekindof attraction to 'raise' the property value. i don't know. but i'm worried. probably about the election more than this.. but i don't know anymore..

sometimes i just wonder if i wouldn't be happier if i didn't just run my own country.. like a little doselvania..
does anyone remember that? ben? do you read this? maybe. if not. ben might remember.. doselvania was a few little squares in the junior high, like in the room c4 because c3 had carpet. but it was pretty cool. i think it was ben's country, or mine. either way, and there was nagiland. i think. maybe i should make a country somewhere where people who are smart who i know would want to live. and they can do whatever they want. maybe in wyoming.. its' like a different country.

well.. maybe someday.. .maybe someday americans will remember what freedom means.. because they don't understand now, and haven't for a long time.

plop

I wrote this this morning, but forgot to put it up. so i'll do that now.

last night i went to visit a space i could possibly rent. it was nice. reasonable location, perfect size. but i don't know. i don't havea good feeling about it. so i think i'm not going to go with it, even if i can't find something better by the arbitrary date i've set.


I said i would have a space arranged by friday. that was sunday i think. anyway. i can't make that goal. but it upset me tonight so much that i felt really stressed out.. and now i can't sleep. totally can't sleep. i don't like this.
so i'm down here writing out my thoughts. i have to go with my gut. i don't wantthe space. but what do i want? what would it take to make what i've envisioned happen? i should figure that out exactly, because if i don't know what i'm looking for, how will i know when i've found it?

office space

so check it out... i need to find some office space. i mean really. it's been almost a year since i graduated. that's just retarded. AND... i have worked at premera one week shy of a year.. is it possible? no. not at all. well, yes, it is. entirely possilbe, indeed, it's true. i got my first order of herbs the other day, just a big raw herb order. i would like next to get a phatty grinder to make powder out of it. and hmm.. what else.. oh, giant teabags to put the herbs in. so people have an easier way to take them. but actually what i need is the space.. i should find a practicioner to rent a room of.. but having my own space might be better. in either space i would have to take my own appointments and i don't know. i dont' want to move alot. i guess i just need something. i'll get back to my looking. any ideas?

maybe two things

i just watched a commercial where a water-skier just wiped out because he was watching what looked like a minivan drive by. i found this humorous becasue water-skiers are not as entertained by minivans. at the end of the commercial i realized it was some minivanesque saturn, which claimed to not be a minivan per se. so i don't know. it was funny.

second thing. this morning in the car we were listening to le radio. they were playing that song by the streets, the one with the singy part by the guy from cold play. i swear that song is like 6 minutes long. it has like 15 verses.. anyway, we like it. and it's kind of a sweet little sad song, and i like the streets anyway.. but the point of mentioning this is what.. i can't remember. oh right. the dj guy said that that song wasn't properly released and the streets were getting really mad that radio people were playing that. that made me wonder. do radio stations ever have topay fees for piracy? or is it just when they say the word fart? because i swear.. the FCC isn't doing much of a job of keepign the radio content clean and pristine (just like tv!) hahah... so right. i'll just be going now.

plops props

i was pleased to read cat's post on the poor treatment of cat stevens. i mean whatever his name is. poor guy. he probably isn't that upset, because for some reason i think he's pretty good at understanding the points of view of others. especially those who aren't as hmm... what's the word.. i don't know.. i'll go with enlightened. who knows though. it's possible that his lyrics were unintentionally deep, that he has no more understanding of human nature than the war hawks of the early 1800s... but i somehow don't think so. cat made all the good points already. and explored all the brilliant irony... so i'll just go.. i would enjoy some dinner. so i will go now and get some.

their names are called, they raise a paw.

Malison got married this weekend. well, friday. it was raining like nobody's business, but still everyone had the biggest smiles.

So it was outside, in a really cool japanese garden in severely south seattle. we took some pictures on two of these bright red bridges. and in these little secluded clearings.

I'll see if i can wrangle up some pictures to put up on here. i probably can't. but cat will on her website. i took a crappy video, well it wasn't crappy so much as amateur. well.. crappy suits it better. but we can watch it on the freakin computer. maybe we'll put that online. i got to the zoo with my dad at 2 to deliver something.. i dont'remember. but we finished that and went on ahead to the garden. it was a half-hour away.
we got there first. no one else supposed to gt there till like 4, so i got out and checked the place out while my dad took a nap. i walked everywhere in the park. it was pretty big. this whole time it was really nice, sunny, not raining. i figured i wouldn't need that umbrella or whatever... i was wrong...

nevertheless, people arrived, pictures were taken. for two hours. they were mostly good. a few were blurry. and eventually it was time for the wedding to start. it started raining, pretty hard, and i helped to hold the musician's umbrellas and music, so it didn't blow into the rain. it was very nice. the whole thing was done under umbrellas and it was really cool. the ceremony began at6:02 and ended at 6:08 no time was wasted with garbledegook about anything.. so when it was over, we ran up to the parking lot and all raced to the zoo, where we'd be in a covered space.

the zoo place was cool because they had these heat lamps hanging from the ceiling, alison's work let them use a soundsystem and they had a dance floor and really good catering, it was tasty. and people were warm and dry and dancing and full and it was pretty good. we went home at 11 i think, which wasn't bad. it couldn't have been better.

Boris the Spider

when i finally decided to take a shower this morning i noticed the extremely hard rain outside. that usually makes me want to go out to the hot tub so i can look at the sky. it's quite relaxing. so i thought to myself i thought: "self, you should go outside in the hot tub before you take a shower, then you can rinse all that chem-goodness off afterward. sounds good?" "sounds good" i say back.

so rather than exposing my chiseled physique to our two elderly neighbors, i decide to find the drier of my two pair of shorts. the one hanging in the shower looked like a no-go, but i looked up on the top of the shelf in the bathroom and found a dry pair. it had probably been some time since wearing them, so i figured why not...

i'll tell you why not. you just wait.

so i pull those shorts down and start to sort out which leg got mixed up in which and who was inside out, i shook them and put a foot in what looked like the waist... or was it?
so i poked my toes in, toward that netting crap, and had some difficulty, when, i heard something drop and felt something on my other foot.. can you guess from the title what that thing was? so i quicky extracted the one foot and looked down at the other, and ther was a gigantic terrible spider exploring my foot, if this thing was smashed flat, it would be about 3 inches in diameter..

yes. it was very big. and on my foot.

it scurried away from my foot and into Cat's closet. where she may never find it. and i will hopefully never see it again.

undaunted by the event, i put the shorts on (after thorough inspection to see if there were any more really big spiders in my pants).... and subsequently enjoyed the hot tub.


post script: when the time came for Cat to call me at lunch, she revealed to me that she knew exactly the spider i had encountered. she saw it earlier in the morning, and it escaped her wrath. she thought "what are the chances that the spider will still be there, or that brett will go rifling around in the towels (where the spider was last seen)." indeed.. what were the chances? think about it????