Sunday, February 05, 2006

Put a cold spell on this city -- I want to wear snow pants again

As soon as I got used to the freezing temperatures, everything changed. It feels like spring, sidewalks are clear and I have no excuse to wear my designer ski mask, save sociable terrorism and robbing banks (perhaps). But as I recall, it's still 2006, and I have promises and resolutions to keep. That twisted past is history.


My hair has gotten pretty long, and I dyed it black. Accordingly, I must now acquire a leather jacket. Having studied the Ganga River leather trade, I'm particularly interested in supporting this fucking awesome industry. Many see this as a form of eco-environmental dumping on the third world. I don't even know what that means, so it must not be relevant. Merging an industrial waste dump with a sacred river seems like the best solution for everyone. I love multi-use spaces. Perhaps Zaq or Anna will bring me back something awesome.

Lots of people are making plans to go to Europe over spring break. Though a series of events left me in possession of world-wide round-trip airplane tickets, I believe I'll be making other plans. It'd be a nice time to do something domestic.

I seem to have lost my passport in a train tunnel. A hobo probably found it. Chances are, this transient freight rider has been detained by a NSA agent and upon presenting my passport as identification my name has been added to the infamous no-fly list. At least I'm in good company: Cat Stevens and every single non-white person in the whole world. At least the hobo has acquired: a passport book with very few stamps, a funny story to tell at the oil drum hobo campfire, freshly dyed black hair, a playful demeanor, and good credit.

Leaving the country could prove difficult.

This weekend was fairly relaxed. Thursday night was nuts. I can't talk about it. Julia and Kait mentioned Friday night. Saturday night was spent building bikes with Peter and Lauren.

New projects have been consuming lots of time. The latest project includes "flying" and does not include massive amounts of PCP.

3 Comments:

Blogger flynny matthews said...

no PCP= no fun

9:34 PM  
Blogger flynny matthews said...

no PCP= no fun

9:34 PM  
Blogger kait said...

weget it flynn.... you LOVE pcp

11:52 PM  

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