Born To Run
Idaho was a nice break. Got along well with the family and politics were mutually avoided by Pater Bullock and I both fairly consistently so no nastiness there. Only downside was Shan and my mom both getting a bit of food poisoning from Shlotsky's deli so Friday night - Saturday day were a bit quiet but that was the point of the trip after all. Didn't get to go shooting with Shan and the parents though, but there'll be other trips to Idaho. Got to spend some time with my friend Jesse, who lives in New York now but happened to be home visiting too and is one of the few friends from high school that I'd go out of my way to spend time with. He's grown this wild outcropping of facial hair that makes him look like Rasputin but the look suits him well.
This weekend was mixed. Stayed in Friday night and watched a bit of the new Aqua Teen Hunger Force DVD with Shan. The law of diminished returns seems to have finally taken affect in regards to the show's brilliance, but there was still enough hilarity to catch me off guard and make it worth the purchase. Also got Shannon a copy of "Horses" by Patti Smith because she's been jonesing for the song "Free Money" and hooray for nice presents for the ones you love for no particular reason.
Saturday was lovely. We're making a conscious effort not to chase the party every weekend now and spend better quality time together so we went downtown to go to the Vera silkscreening workshop at 1pm but showed up a few minutes late nad the workshop had already filled up, but we were still happy to be out and about downtown relatively early so we went over to the Zanadu comic shop and browsed for a while and I tried not to flirt too unseemingly with the wonderfully cute gal who works at the counter, for though Shan and I are poly, it was OUR DAY, on which those things are left alone a bit more. We headed over to Pike PLace and I got a copy of "My Disillusionment in Russia" by Emma Goldman at the women's bookshop downstairs and we wanted to go to one of the restuarants but were foiled by our need to go back to feed the meter so we got a bag of cashews and called it good.
Back to the truck and off to the new Central Branch of the Seattle Public Library for the first time for both of us. We parked nearby and tried to go get some food but all of the restaurants revolve around the business community and so none were open at that end of downtown on Saturday. Fuck those fucks. A bit low on blood sugar and slightly crabby we went back to the library and quickly calmed down as we became surrounded by books. I finally got my first library card in town recently and checked out another book on Emma Goldman focusing on the itme in her life between being dported to Russia and becoming involved in the Spanish Civil War, a biography of H.L. Mencken, another bio of Voltaire, two books on the history of the Israeli - Palestinian conflict and "Generation of Swine" by Hunter S. Thompson, which I have been reading fairly voraciously since then and am enjoying quite a lot.
Then it was up to Capitol Hill where we got dinner at the Honey Hole and then headed over to the new Seattle Film Forum building to watch "Sweet Dreams" at the Slovenian film festival. It got a bit shakey at the end but overall was a very interesting and funny film that handled the intricacies of interpersonal abuse under a dictatorial system in a very subtle way. Then it was off to Cafe Vita for a bit of cocoa and tea and then to the Rendezvous for Cat's Meow.
The gals from Cat's Meow were Shan's initial friends when we first joined Burning HEarts and for a variety of unfortunate and entirely understandable reasons decided they would probably be better off doing there thing under the auspices of their own troop and this was our first time we had a chance to come out and support them and they were fabulous and had some great guest performers and we hooted ourselves hoarse for them.
Our friend Ms. Chernobyl was in full bloom out in the bar, having come for an earlier play that evening at the Jewel Box theatre, and we chatted and lightly made out with her for a little while, which is always a joy and then were off to home. A lovely day. :-)
Today (Sunday), however, was a frustrating gob of shite. I can't seem to get anything accomplished on Sundays, even though they are my one day off to myself. There are a number of things that I should be doing to get my life in order and move on from where I'm at or at least clean up the house or do something creative and I do nothing that addresses any of those things. I have a great and abiding desire to jump in my truck and ride off to see the rest of the world which I haven't seen shit of really. Feeling trapped and like I need to do something mad and daft for once in my life or I'll never be a good writer. Maybe it's reading the Thompson book that's putting me in this frame of mind. If nothing else, I feel like reading big reams of his writing at once is definitely effecting the cadence my synapses. Time to start smoking cigarettes through a big holder and waving guns around like a madman. Worse ways to kill a Sunday night, I suppose. Time for some sleep
Current Mood: rabidly tired
Current Music: Stevie Nicks, "Edge Of Seventeen"
Idaho was a nice break. Got along well with the family and politics were mutually avoided by Pater Bullock and I both fairly consistently so no nastiness there. Only downside was Shan and my mom both getting a bit of food poisoning from Shlotsky's deli so Friday night - Saturday day were a bit quiet but that was the point of the trip after all. Didn't get to go shooting with Shan and the parents though, but there'll be other trips to Idaho. Got to spend some time with my friend Jesse, who lives in New York now but happened to be home visiting too and is one of the few friends from high school that I'd go out of my way to spend time with. He's grown this wild outcropping of facial hair that makes him look like Rasputin but the look suits him well.
This weekend was mixed. Stayed in Friday night and watched a bit of the new Aqua Teen Hunger Force DVD with Shan. The law of diminished returns seems to have finally taken affect in regards to the show's brilliance, but there was still enough hilarity to catch me off guard and make it worth the purchase. Also got Shannon a copy of "Horses" by Patti Smith because she's been jonesing for the song "Free Money" and hooray for nice presents for the ones you love for no particular reason.
Saturday was lovely. We're making a conscious effort not to chase the party every weekend now and spend better quality time together so we went downtown to go to the Vera silkscreening workshop at 1pm but showed up a few minutes late nad the workshop had already filled up, but we were still happy to be out and about downtown relatively early so we went over to the Zanadu comic shop and browsed for a while and I tried not to flirt too unseemingly with the wonderfully cute gal who works at the counter, for though Shan and I are poly, it was OUR DAY, on which those things are left alone a bit more. We headed over to Pike PLace and I got a copy of "My Disillusionment in Russia" by Emma Goldman at the women's bookshop downstairs and we wanted to go to one of the restuarants but were foiled by our need to go back to feed the meter so we got a bag of cashews and called it good.
Back to the truck and off to the new Central Branch of the Seattle Public Library for the first time for both of us. We parked nearby and tried to go get some food but all of the restaurants revolve around the business community and so none were open at that end of downtown on Saturday. Fuck those fucks. A bit low on blood sugar and slightly crabby we went back to the library and quickly calmed down as we became surrounded by books. I finally got my first library card in town recently and checked out another book on Emma Goldman focusing on the itme in her life between being dported to Russia and becoming involved in the Spanish Civil War, a biography of H.L. Mencken, another bio of Voltaire, two books on the history of the Israeli - Palestinian conflict and "Generation of Swine" by Hunter S. Thompson, which I have been reading fairly voraciously since then and am enjoying quite a lot.
Then it was up to Capitol Hill where we got dinner at the Honey Hole and then headed over to the new Seattle Film Forum building to watch "Sweet Dreams" at the Slovenian film festival. It got a bit shakey at the end but overall was a very interesting and funny film that handled the intricacies of interpersonal abuse under a dictatorial system in a very subtle way. Then it was off to Cafe Vita for a bit of cocoa and tea and then to the Rendezvous for Cat's Meow.
The gals from Cat's Meow were Shan's initial friends when we first joined Burning HEarts and for a variety of unfortunate and entirely understandable reasons decided they would probably be better off doing there thing under the auspices of their own troop and this was our first time we had a chance to come out and support them and they were fabulous and had some great guest performers and we hooted ourselves hoarse for them.
Our friend Ms. Chernobyl was in full bloom out in the bar, having come for an earlier play that evening at the Jewel Box theatre, and we chatted and lightly made out with her for a little while, which is always a joy and then were off to home. A lovely day. :-)
Today (Sunday), however, was a frustrating gob of shite. I can't seem to get anything accomplished on Sundays, even though they are my one day off to myself. There are a number of things that I should be doing to get my life in order and move on from where I'm at or at least clean up the house or do something creative and I do nothing that addresses any of those things. I have a great and abiding desire to jump in my truck and ride off to see the rest of the world which I haven't seen shit of really. Feeling trapped and like I need to do something mad and daft for once in my life or I'll never be a good writer. Maybe it's reading the Thompson book that's putting me in this frame of mind. If nothing else, I feel like reading big reams of his writing at once is definitely effecting the cadence my synapses. Time to start smoking cigarettes through a big holder and waving guns around like a madman. Worse ways to kill a Sunday night, I suppose. Time for some sleep
Current Mood: rabidly tired
Current Music: Stevie Nicks, "Edge Of Seventeen"
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