only you know and I know

Monday, almost midnight again
I went out to dinner tonight as a sort of last minute thing but it was nice. Nothing too special, but good fare. My friend got back from SF and she wanted to give me the bread she got me as a thank you gift for telling her about spots to see and do stuff. So along with the bread we went to Sam Choy's Breakfast Lunch & Crab. It has a brewery as part of the restaurant but I didn't indulge tonight. Mainly because I was tired but the beer is certainly worthy. I worked a bunch today but what has me tired was what I did after work. I went to the beach and played football. It was absolutely fantastic. The field was half on the beach and half in the water so falling never really hurt. I haven't done something like that in so long that it was completely exhilarating. I might have spelled that wrong but you get what I mean. I had an interception that I ran back for a touchdown and I made some good defensive plays so I was happy. Real happy. The only bummer is the chaffing from the swimsuit- ouch! That stings. Oh but not as bad as those portugese man-o-war that started floating in. One stung my roommate on the foot. He's got some big puffy feet to begin with so it was hard to tell he got stung. Anyway, it was lots of splashing and laughing in a friendly game of touch football. Oh yeah, we lost too. See, it was so good that the whole losing thing didn't even phase me. And you know how much I hate to lose. that reminds me, I gotta jump on a pool table somewhere and see what I got. Perhaps when counsel is in town or more definitely when Mr. Anderson strolls into town. I got plenty to peeps coming to see the crizzo in August so I better keep running and build my drinking stamina up. I may be going to Kauai for the weekend coming up and then back again on the following wednesday with counsel. It's tough work but somebody has to do it. We are actually looking to hire somebody new on a sort of temp basis out here. Because the client wants to give us more work but doesn't think we can handle it with are current staffing level. The client is right; we're too busy having fun to take on more work (just kidding mr. client). I have got counsel coming, then Ando, then Elisa - whew, that's a drinking group right there. It will be a sort of tough fun that only those who don't care about their job performance can truly embrace. Well I guess I am just the man for that job! And if Chris reads this, I will send out the tape by Thursday, so watch your mailbox on Monday. I have to redo part of it because the levels went freaky on me. Other than that you should be set. I even put some way old school Who on there for you. Now I got to do some writing on my own and stay up late. This light is here to keep me strong.

Midnight
I stayed up late to finish Chris' tape tonight. It sorta sucks but I hope he likes it anyway. No, it's decent and I had a fun time making it. It's real mellow though and I didn't expect to make him a mellow tape. But some of the stuff I know he wanted on there (recent REM, BB & Wilco) are mellow so I had to go with it. The first side is the slowest but the second side doesn't get much quicker. The taping went fairly quickly though because there were all sorts of other stuff I really wanted to put on there. Now that it is done I feel like keeping the tape. Instead I will just listen to it a couple of times for quality control and then drop it in the mail. If you don't have Mermaid Avenue by Billy Bragg & Wilco, I highly suggest you get it. Sure, it's mellow but it is good. Before making the tape I did some recycling runs and then I goofed around a bunch. Mando came over and we tried to finish all the leftover beer from my last party. He was out cold while I made that tape because he lost pretty badly in the drinking games we were playing. I mean that stooge was OUT. I felt bad waking him to take him home but I had to. This week will suck for work but it could be worse - I could be breaking rocks in the hot sun. OH! One last thing that I always forget to mention until I am driving around or otherwise not able to jump on line. I traded in my Passat a while ago. I had it for six weeks before the dealership and I decided we couldn't come to final terms on the lease. If it sounds crazy to you, believe me it was. It put me in a bind because I needed a car real bad. So I went across the street and got myself a Honda Accord coupe. It's nothing spectacular but it is really easy. And more importantly, Kimo likes it. For those who may not know, Kimo is a rubber frog that I keep on the dashboard of my car. He keeps the meter maid from giving me tickets and brings other good karma. I must admit, he's way cool. I like how he is always smiling, never a bad day. Carlos liked the idea of having a car mascot so he had to get himself one. His is really big though and I can't remember what kind of an action figure it is. Anyway, his foolio stick figure can't hold a candle to my boy Kimo, he's cool!

7-22-01, 748am on a Sunday
I'm glad my last entry turned out as well as it did. I got the title, fresh fruit for rotting vegetables, from the name of a Dead Kennedys album. Yesterday I hiked Kuliouou Ridge with Mando and that was torture. It's the third time I have hiked it but this time it seemed really long. Probably because I was pretty hungover and was only doing it to get back at myself for staying out so late the night before. It was fun though. I met some people at Palomino's then we went on to Ryan's before ending the night at the Spy Bar. I guess the most interesting part of the night was at the end when these five models came over and sat at our table. The seating is limited so we were sitting in a key space in the lounge area that had your typical rattan chairs and couches with the big cushions. It turned out they were from "SF" searching for talent. Really they all lived in Burlingame and San Bruno in soft, bland suburbia. Anyway two of them seemed real nice and easy going while while one of them seemed real uptight. Some I didn't really talk to at all. The only problem I had with the two that were interesting to talk to was that I kept forgetting what they had told me and I was basically re-asking a few questions. It was amusing, it was late. They weren't drop-dead gorgeous but they did sort of look like models when they walked in. Plus, it is kind of rare to see a big group of women traveling by themselves. So they got noticed and they seemed to like that a lot. I would have talked a bit more with them but I wasn't mentally tight and I needed to get home. The name and the location of the place was much better than what went on inside: a bunch of house music pumping at high volume with a bunch of small fishes in small ponds swimming around the dance floor looking for other small fish. Today Ido all my domestic chores with an eye on getting stuff real clean for my upcoming visitor. I think I only got eight days before that happens. I had better get going.

fresh fruit for rotting vegetables
Or something like that. I saw a bumper sticker today or yesterday and it said STOP eating animals. I'm sorry but I just had to laugh when I read that. First of all, who is gonna really stop eating animals because of that bumpersticker? Secondly, if God didn't want us to eat animals why would he make them out of meat?! Okay, I like eating rabbits, sheep, chickens, frogs, oysters, lobsters, shrimp, deer, and every fish that doesn't spend his whole day on the bottom of the river eating the crap of every other fish in the pond. I LIKE MEAT. But you know what, I could do without it. I honestly believe that if push came to shove I could let it all go. I like salads and I like tofudabeast and I like beans and all sorts of stupid plants. So if I met some intelligent, compassionate hot babe that was an ardent vegetarian, I could do that. But short of that, I am eating fish. I could let go of all the other guys but fish. To me, fish is it. I feel that man was meant to eat good fish. I do. It has healthy fat on it and all kinds of good proteins too. Shrimp and lobster, hey, they are scavengers, I could let them go in a heart beat, but mr. salmon or mr. trout?! hey, those are my boys and I would consume them in a flash. I will go on the record as loving salads, but when it comes time to some serious grubbing, pass me the halibut. Okay, so I got that off my chest AND it was not necessarily personal. Other people are vegetarians that like fish - especially hot off of Helen's grill - if you know what I mean. Hey, no one can fault a man for eating the best salmon in the world. So what if Ijust happened to be the pusher that gave it to you. It was good, right?! Okay, so in closing I just want to say that I believe in vegetarianism. I think it is right. But I am not a vegetarian so lose the bumper sticker because that ain't coverting me. However, that is a good way to lose a back window. Again, just kidding! If I put a sticker on the back of my car it would say the Jam. that's it. It wouldn't say STOP listening to NSYNC and the Backstreet Boys. It would just say the Jam. And if you undrestood it, you would be cool and if not you would be one of a multiplicity of losers (in my eyes). So, the moral of the story is: I am right and know what is best for everyone, and everyone else should just sod off. Sound good to you? works for me! Remember, I can't go into personal stuff, that is for my journal. Oh, except you might want to e-mail Chris at socialretard@hotmail.com and tell him to send me a list of the songs I put on his last tape. that would help me immensely. aloha.

late Sunday night, 7-15
Tomorrow is Monday and the true beginning of the week. And with that I will try and change my page a bit. Instead of personal writings that are better kept for my ink and paper journal, I will write more of a commentary journal. I will write about movies, books, music and other people. I will try and shy away from writing about specific things about me. I think I should save those for my journal so that I can address them in full. Often times I will write about things here in a slanted way which wouldn't offend anybody who does or might read this pita. But that makes me think I have addressed an issue but in reality I haven't. I need to write about things in a complete way so that I don't have horrible dreams about them later. I need to really spill my whole thoughts on something or somebody in a way that I am not holding back at all. And that is exactly what my real journal is for. Here, I like to bounce thoughts and notions out there for general consumption. Sort of a joint struggling that is non-specific. But I will tell you that when I read some old poems and thought about where I am in relation to where I want to be on October 1, I realized that I have a very long way to go. And I will only get there by writing more in my journal. And I will only write more in my journal if I leave more things unsaid here. So as my swan song of writing directly about me I will say that Carrie in Sex in the City is whacked! And if someone you like tells you that they resemble Carrie in the way they act, beware! Okay, so I don't know the person that well who told me that, so maybe there is a caveat that goes with that admission. But my counsel, none other than the fair Action Jackson, advises me against getting serious with Carrie-types. Okay, so I am joking about that one, but given the info and opportunity I think it could be reasonably inferred that she would give such advice. Besides, she watches Sex in the City all the time. And Action has already laid claims to being like Carrie. Oh boy, if people she knew read this silly little pita, I think I would be sued. But because it's all relatively harmless I think she will hold off on the wolves of litigation. Besides, she will be crashing at my place soon enough. "Did you never call? I waited for your call. These rivers of suggestion are driving me away. The trees will bend, the cities wash away. The city on the river there's a girl without a dream. I'm sorry" That's actually meant for the R.E.M. fan in us all and has nothing to do with Action. It may have something to do with someone else but that is only conjecture. The bars are closed in SF and they never even really opened for me here. I did go running today for the second time in like three days. I call that a trend. Now if I can only turn that trend into a lifestyle I will be very very happy. Running and writing, that's all I need to do. Oh yeah, that and maybe sleep. Sleep before the dreams get too tired to join me.