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Monday, May 26, 2008

alone on a dessert island with andy davis

so conditions are pretty great for writing an entry. i am sitting on two blankets outside on my in-laws immense lawn, enjoying the shade of a paisley sun umbrella. i've been out here for almost 3 hours. to be more precise, i've been out here enjoying this beautiful day for as long as it takes to listen to both andy davis cd's almost 2 times through. (i'm currently half way through his cd "thinks of her" for the second time). pauly brought me a little hopia (sweet bean dessert) earlier and thus explains my little "dessert" island.

what have i been doing for the past 3 hours? mostly just breathing, actually. it's been quite nice catching my breath. i started off on a lawn chair under the awning between the house and garage. but, the lawn appeared in need of some company. the wind has picked up a bit. i am slightly fearful that my umbrella will soon fall on me. but, not enough to get up and take the necessary preventative measures.

it amuses me slightly that while i haven't done much, i do believe that i have made the most of this day.  it is amazing how productive and soothing doing nothing can actually be. it is amazing what it can do to calm the steady stream of thoughts, ideas and plans that usually parade through my mind. so much so that i was actually enthused enough to pull out the old lap top and write.

goodness i feel good.

i am so thankful for this day. for this lawn. for these blankets. for this paisley umbrella, without which i could not have possibly been out here on my dessert island this long. for andy davis music. for the breath in my lungs. for the warmth of the sun on my feet-- the only part of me that i allow to linger beyond the protection of the shade. for long, peaceful afternoons. for the hustle and bustle in my life that adds extra enjoyment to days like this one.



Friday, March 21, 2008

Currently Listening
Once
By Original Soundtrack
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so much to write, but later

for now, i just want to pass something along to my fellow seattle-ites. my bro jeff just became treasurer of a political action group called the "Sonic Avengers." it's to keep the Super Sonics in Seattle. Here's an article about them and their website. www.sonicavengers.com

Sheee-it: Sonic Fans to Play the Clay Davis Game

Posted today at 3:39 am by Damon Agnos

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Say what you will of this Sonics team (they're awful), but you can't say they lack passionate fans. Consider Myer Hutchinson, an Alaska native who grew up on the Supes and is determined to keep the team in Seattle. So determined, in fact, that he's creating a political action committee for just that purpose.

Sonic Avengers PAC will officially come into existence with the filing of its papers today, and its website should be live tonight. Hutchinson says he already has $1,000 in donations "just from word of mouth. I think this issue could legitimately raise $100,000 in six months. Easily. Potentially way more."

The group's aim is to get the legislature to hold a special session to pass a bill allowing King County to vote on continuing a tax to fund the public portion of the recent arena proposal (a little complicated, yes, but that's what the proposal calls for.). Should such a session not occur, the group would use issue ads to support the election opponents of those they believe prevented it. "My goal is not to oust people from office," says Myer, who names Frank Chopp, Christine Gregoire, and, curiously, Nick Licata among those he views as obstructionists. (As a City Council member, Licata, generally an opponent of publicly financed sports stadia, has no influence over the calling of a special session of the state legislature and has even said that the current proposal might be a good deal.) "We just want to have a special session to get this bill passed."

Hutchinson takes great pains to clarify that Sonic Avengers is non-partisan and not affiliated with the campaign of any candidate—particularly Dino Rossi, with whom, Hutchinson says, many have erroneously associated him. Though he repeatedly touts his experience in politics, Hutchinson is not eager to talk about particulars. "I'm very hesitant to talk about who I work for and what I work on now," he explains, offering only that it involves a dark horse candidate for the Alaska legislature.

Hutchinson believes that Sonic Avengers can complement the work of grassroots activists like those at Save Our Sonics, with whom he hopes to collaborate. "Those people are walking around with fists in a gunfight," he explains. With the fundraising capacities he envisions for Sonic Avengers, Hutchinson believes the group will strike fear in politicians who value their chances at re-election. "This," he says, referring to Sonic Avengers, "is a gun."




Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Currently Listening
The Beatles: 1967-1970
By The Beatles
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my dad stil plays

I called my Daddy-O last night. I caught him on his cell phone while he was jogging in a park. After a couple minutes, I told him to finish his jog and we'd talk again soon. So I hung up and started reading a book. A few minutes later he called back. Here is a brief transcript of the phone call:

Dad: Hey! (out of breath)
Me: Hi Dad! What's up?
Dad: Well, you know there's a baseball field here.
Me: Yeah.
Dad: I wanted to pretend like I made a home run.
Me: Uh-huh...
Dad: So I ran to first base and then I couldn't find second base! It wasn't there!
Me: What?
Dad: Yeah, I kept running and running and I couldn't find second base. Then I tried to find third base and I couldn't find it either!
Me: HuH? You couldn't find 2nd or third base?
Dad: No, uh-uh. So you know what happened?
Me: What?
Dad: (absolutely serious) I got tagged out!
Me: (dying of laughter) WHAT?!
Dad: Yeah, I got tagged out. I couldn't find the base.
Me: (still laughing)
Dad: So I went back to home plate. I made my home run and I wanted to run all the bases.
Me: (laughing still) Yes?
Dad: So I found them and ran around all the bases. And you know what?
Me: (tears forming) What?
Dad: It's hard.
Me: (laughing so hard it hurts) It's hard to run around the bases?
Dad: Yeah! I'm out of breath. I've got to go find the bleachers to have a seat and watch me replay my home run.
Me: (still laughing) Okay Dad, good home run. Get some rest.

We hung up and I told the story to P and could not stop laughing. My Dad cracks me up!


Friday, February 22, 2008

paying it forward

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and then eat this cake

from this place

just trust me on this one.


Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Currently Listening
Gravelled & Green
By Actual Tigers
end of may
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i went to the library with mr. eoin kim today. we had a wonderful time. while there i saw a "Corduroy" book on a shelf. this brought back a ton of memories for me. i think my mom and i must have read "A Pocket for Corduroy" no less than a million times when i was little. it makes me warm and happy just remembering it. however, "Corduroy" stayed with my mom and me long after we stopped reading the book. there was a particular weatherman on one of the local news broadcasts that had a rather large head, a slight lisp and super thick brown hair who looked a bit Corduroy-ish. so whenever he came on the television, one of us would say "Corduroy says it's going to rain today. The traffic will probably be bad." Or, "Corduroy says it will be sunny the next few days. We should take a drive somewhere." that poor weatherman. he could never imagine how his viewing audience actually responded to him.



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