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8/30/08 - 6:21pm PDT ('64 eternal)
The most recent "wow, its beautiful here" moment:

 

(late August snow caves at the base of Big Four mountain, only an hour from my apartment)


So Sara's moving to Chicago... for a job that almost sounds too good to be true. Great pay, great firm, great work, neat neighborhood, good friends nearby... i'm incredibly happy for her, proud of her, and excited for all that this means both professionally and personally for her.

Naturally, I'm also torn to shreds. We've put in some serious effort over the last few years - largely with the faith that enduring some crap in the present will pay off in the end. Who knows? Maybe it still will? But the last year has been anything but.

It seems like some of the major walls we've hit along the way can only be solved with independence... from her family, from me, and from herself as she currently knows it. As I've moved far forward in my life (away from family, away from my established life as I knew it), she was regressing right down into her parents' basement (physically and mentally). Maybe finally (once again) being self-sufficient, professionally challenged and respected, and in the end just generally fulfilled all-around will return Sara to the outgoing, adventurous, self-confident yet deeply caring person I met in DC 4 years ago... someone who loves her life - and herself. Its really tough to love someone who doesn't even love themselves - impossible, really. I should have known that.

So it goes back and forth from feeling like a ripoff to feeling like a great step forward. She'll continue to be one of my closest friends, and I couldn't be more excited - especially since she endured the crap, stuck to her morals, kept working hard (despite superhuman whining), and didn't give up (or at least let me keep pushing even when she couldn't)

We're (more or less) past the weepy gnashing of teeth and are working fervently to get her sent off in the least stressful, most-prepared way possible. I've helped her move way more times than I even believe. I think this time, she may even have the hang of it. She kind of has to. :)


Work's also been maddening, but that's not worth going into.


But its not all doom and gloom .. after almost 7 years, I'm getting another Leslie speaker. Now that my soul project is really moving, I figured it would be sacreliege to play through a simulator on a modern amp. The problem is that there really aren't many Leslies around here - its not like Philly where you can't walk down the street without bumping into one.

 

Scouring Craigslist and Ebay for the last two months and finding nothing but overpriced, misrepresented crap piles being sold to clueless hipsters who probably spend the rest of the evening trying to figure out how to plug a casiotone into it before giving up entirely and making a bong out of the treble rotors, I finally found a beautiful, near-mint condition 1959 Leslie 45 down in Eugene, OR (about a 4 hour drive). Original everything, not a scratch, just beautiful. Going down Monday to pick it up. New tubes, preamp, and 6-pin cable have already been ordered from Al Goff (one of the last dedicated Hammond organ parts experts in the US).

The Leslie 45 is a one-speed... only off and fast, but its easy to convert to slow/fast use. Most of the Stax records made before '68 seem to use the one-speed Leslies, and I love the sound. I could wait around another month and hope a two-speed pops up, but I need a long day of driving to just think, so why not have it result with a mint-condition Leslie?

Its also got me listening to the greats of organ jazz again. Been a while. Charles Earland, Jack McDuff, Jimmy McGriff... I could only listen to this stuff the rest of my life and never get bored. One of the big things I really miss about DC is being able to walk into some shithole yuppie bar and see Bill Heid hammering away with his kick ass trio... sharing a smoke with him out in the rain and listening to him pontificate on real life, and not whatever the people in the club were living.


The soul project is really taking off... our first show is in just over a month, with an awesome retired singer from Texas (Charles van Zandt) guesting with us. Its been one of my big achievements here, finally having my own band doing music I really, really want to do. I can't believe I found three other players (all exceptionally good, and equally dedicated) in a city as soulless as this. I guess it made the search easier as the fat quickly rises to the top. (Buttermilk was on the long list of rejected names - the consensus settled on The Satellite Four - era- and vibe-specific, with some insider knowledge as Satellite was the original Jim Stewart label, and the name of the record shop next door to the Stax studio)

Poster, demo MP3s, etc. to follow.

Watched the DNC circus, and had a good laugh talking to Sara about it afterwards. Apparently both of us had this same exact thought process as the speech went on :

"Yeah! Wait... no. Huh? Ok. Sure. Yeah! YEAH! Whoa, huh? Ok. OH HELL NO! NO! CHRIST! WHAT THE? Ok. Oh, sure, why not? Ye... n... ugh... <sigh>"
And I'm sure I'll have the same reactions to the RNC's circus next week.

I will say that I could be comfortable with either Obama or McCain as president for a long list of interesting if not always harmonious reasons I won't go into right now... but its been disheartening watching both of them advance towards the big race while retreating deep into party line rhetoric. Obama started chanelling Carter... that's no good.

I'm amazed by how little historical scope people have. Say the word "conservative" these days, and its just assumed that you personally torture gay black athiests who have abortions by cramming Wal*Mart stock down their throat. Daily. With a smile.

Before the "religious right" movements of the 80s (themselves a manipulation of the religious by greedy lobbyists and strategists being paid untold fortunes to maximize the vote however they could - in this case by invoking the sacred name of God which wasn't really used as a vulgar political weapon prior), conservatism was, and to what I believe is an often unheard majority, still is more of a fiscal and political mindset, and has nothing to do with morals and religion despite the best efforts of the BOTH parties to convince otherwise. Lord, I really hate the DNC and RNC alike.

Barry Goldwater was considered to be a super-super-SUPER conservative and was the Republican presidential candidate in '64. He truly couldn't care less about abortion, drug use, homosexuality in the military ("Everyone knows that gays have served honorably in the military since at least the time of Julius Caesar - you don't have to be straight, just shoot straight!"), or religion (he later commented on the Moral Majority : "Every good Christian ought to kick Falwell right in the ass. Do not associate my name with anything you do. You are extremists, and you've hurt the Republican party much more than the Democrats have.") He was about small government, big personal freedom, sticking to the constitution, and making sure we can defend ourself. Oddly enough, LBJ and his machine won largely because of an ad campaign convincing America that Goldwater's anti-Communism stance would severely ratchet up our presence in Vietnam - something LBJ did anyway, far more than Goldwater ever planned.

What's especially odd is that now Goldwater would be cast out as a liberal by the current "Conservatives", while the "Liberals" would call him a crazy libertarian.

I tend not to get political due to my hate of both parties, but honestly, after a year living in a hard-left city filled with an dangerous level of self-righteous, angsty smugness, its hard not to go completely crazy. For instance : it wasn't enough to *outlaw cars* on the weekends in some of the city's main beach or park thoroughfares... now, a growing number of people in the Seattle city government want to completely outlaw bonfires, campfires and barbecues at the city beaches because of... concerns of global warming and increased carbon emissions.

I give up.

I have no idea where us Goldwater conservatives go at this point... in terms of politics, the right might as well be the left, and the left might as well be insane
... and in terms of freedom, neither party really even applies anymore.

Does anyone even know who Goldwater was these days? Apparently not.


So here it is. My hat into the ring. My government would be common sense and simple math. Do what you want, but don't piss off your neighbors too much. Make every effort to help yourself first and foremost, but we'll definitely keep a little bit set aside if you're really truly out of luck. We'll keep the highways, airways, ports, and borders efficient and secure. Mail, parks, military, trade, and environment would all be strong - most of the rest would be at the state level. National targets, but minimal bureaucracy. Science, energy, and general technology incubation, but not full scale development. Taxes would be purely consumption-based on the personal end - no income tax, just a high sales tax. On the commercial end, a flat business tax. Most importantly, healthcare, insurance, and related human services fields would be non-profit - not socialized; not government-run, just non-profit. Co-op, even. (works great for two of my favorite companies, USAA and REI)

Encourage business endurance (not simply all-out growth - which always backfires at some point), encourage personal independence and education, encourage savings, encourage a free market, but discourage rampant greed and rampant sloth equally.

Energy policy would focus largely on a grid upgrade, biodiesel (not ethanol!) production from waste products (not crops!) and a massive nuclear power generation rollout and retrofit. Wind, wave, and solar development where applicable, but screw this ridiculous "clean coal" scam - one of the biggest oxymorons of the century. Abundant, cheap, efficient, non-polluting electrical power allows far more plug-in hybrid cars for regular commuting and in-city use, and amped up biodiesel production keeps the trucks, buses, and trains rolling transition-free for cheap. There would be a noticable environmental benefit, but far more importantly, there would be a massive economic benefit as everyone's personal energy bill shrinks exponentially. If you still want gasoline, that'd be cheaper too as demand falls off.

Its just that easy. Unfortunately I'll be 34 for '12, so vote Jeff in '16.


I had a dream last night I was pushing a 1979 Merdedes 240 diesel wagon across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge while drivers shouted horrible, deeply personal things at me. I'm rambling.


8/20/08 - 10:57pm PDT (down the road)
the last two days have been a bittersweet rollercoaster (though I guess that could be said for the last year). More detail will follow in the coming days, but I truly think its good stuff all around.

In the meantime, I have to say that I'm really finding a groove out here. I offer the following photograph as evidence :

here i am

(a far more moody and expressive photograph than, say, this one - which I can't even explain the physics behind)

This past week marks the one-year anniversary of my first arrival here following the epic motorcycle ride. I marked it by heading deep into the Olympic mountains with Johnny and Omar... once we could ride no more, we started hiking. Once we couldn't hike any longer, we set up camp. A full photo set is here.

In other news, my dentist visit was a surprise success. It has been SEVENTEEN years since I last sat down and had a stranger touch my teeth. Part of the reason for such a long span of time is that the last person was incompotent and caused me a lot of pain.

This new one is fantastic, highly recommended by many people at work, and happens to be a block from my apartment. After a full round of x-rays and a cleaning, he shrugged and said, "No cavities! Looks good!" I do have to get one exposed wisdom tooth out this winter, but the others are no threat and can stay. That's it. No root canals, no dentures... nothin'.

I knew that industry was a scam.

Zzz.


8/15/08 - 2:23pm PDT (24 or therabouts)
I've intentionally left details about my work life, love life, etc. vague and nondescript on this rambling mess of a webpage. I'll continue to do so today, but maybe to a lesser extent. Quite a day of ups and downs.


8/13, 10:26pm
abrupt, unexpected ending to otherwise positive online chat with quasi-significant other, resulting in frustration.

8/14, 7:45am
Received misdirected email from significant other intended for someone else with misquotes from "me" re: otherwise positive conversation, resulting in frustration

8/14, 8:01am
On my way out the door to work, Otis decides to bolt outside between my legs and climb a tree, resulting in frustration (and being late to work)

8/14, 9:39am
Intervened in miscommunication/mishandling of a customer whose appointment was scheduled weeks in advance, but proper preparation had not been done for his particular situation. While the responsible manager threw her hands up in front of the irate customer and said nothing could be done, I found a local supplier, placed the order, arranged for immediate courier pickup, and entered damage-control mode with the customer. everything fell into place, and the customer left happy.

8/14, 11:01am
given crap for "not properly clocking in 3 days in a row". I knew I forgot to clock out one day earlier in the week, so I sent an email to the appropriate
person informing them of that error. However, the e-mail was not responded to, which prevented me from being able ot properly clock in the following day. At the end of that day, I emailed the person again to remind them of the error and inform them of my updated timeclock status since the system still locked me out. My admitted singular f-up is suddenly amplified to the highest reaches of corporate oversight as a "real problem". The phrase "TPS reports" echoes in my head.

8/14, 3:20pm
gave a good friend/co-worker a kick-ass birthday present that he'll really enjoy and use a lot (Garmin E-Trex GPS with full Topo maps)

8/14, 6:15pm
while getting ready to go home, overhear a customer who has a viable but not fully substantiated compaint regarding his most recent transaction. Aforementioned responsible manager immediately (and unprofessionally) combines a worst-case-scenario conversation track with a faint but persistent we're-still-not-responsible conversation track, clearly further frustrating the customer, not to mention providing ample potential for admitted-liability arguments should the problem eventually come to litigation (sad that that's the ultimate viewpoint in any sort of service-based transaction these days - but such is this American life). Again, overhearing the increasing frustration from the customer, and lack of resolution offered by the responsible manager, I exhaust our own in-house, and in-town resources, as well as those given to us by our corporate overlords. Unfortunately, the customer is currently travelling and can't wait the day and a half it would take to get him what he needs. BUT... he's in the middle of travelling to a city where our corporate overlords have another outpost, so I call the responsible managers there, and arrange for the proper solution to be ready and waiting for his imminent arrival. Damage control mode ensues, customer is eventually gracious and thankful for the effort, while the aforementioned superior remains clueless.

8/14, 7:08pm
after a very long day, I fire up a beautiful and well-kept Honda VFR800 motorcycle our shop took on trade, which my cousin intends to buy and have me hand-deliver to Los Angeles some time this fall. My goal is to give the VFR a good shakedown ride, taking notes on the bike's overall condition while covering two major mountain passes and about 275 miles, while also burning off the stress of the day/week/month. Yeeee!

8/14, 8:21pm
giggle insanely to myself inside my helmet as US-2 begins to twist and turn up into the rocky, sunset-tinted Cascade Mountains, showcasing the VFR's legendary reputation as both a great sport- and touring-bike
. It really is one of the best bikes ever made, and I think I finally start to understand why.

8/14, 8:53pm
from the top of Stevens Pass, witness an amazing blue-orange sunset behind the craggy peaks and twisty pavement... notice the massive increase in dead bugs on my helmet and the significant dip on the ambient teperature gauge of the VFR and think strongly whether or not I want to continue a long mountain ride in the dark, or just head back home content after one great mountain pass. Decide on the latter. Notice that the headlight dims a bit as the brakes are applied. That's odd.

8/14, 9:20pm
traffic snarls near Skykomish as construction closes one lane of US-2. While waiting for the 10 minute closure, I turn off the VFR so it doesn't get too hot idling. When traffic gets moving again, the VFR refuses to start. I duck-walk the bike to the side of the road and try bump-staring it to no avail. Push it about a tenth of a mile and find a long driveway with a slight decline. Still no luck bump-starting. Try twice more, nada. Relucantly walk up the long driveway (revealing a well-stocked garage and a few project cars) and nearly get eaten by an aggressive American Boxer. Thankfully a nice older man sees me and calms the dog. Turns out he's a high-end-appliance repairman, and has plenty of know-how, tools, and (most importantly) a battery charger. After 15 frustrating minutes, I figure out how to get the seat off of the VFR (helmet lock?), and we hook up his charger. He also pulls out a multimeter, and after a few minutes of battery refreshing, we check the health of the charging system. There is none - no health. VFR's are famous for their near-legendary reliability -- save for one minor issue with the charging system. Which is exactly what the problem is. The bike just isn't charging, period... what's more, the battery's shot and can't even take a charge from the charger. 85 miles from home. At 9:30pm. On a weekday.

8/14, 9:52pm
well there's enough power to get the bike started - maybe the alternator will put out enough to keep it running even though the battery itself isn't charging? Maybe even after 10 years of riding motorcycles and almost 5 years of working with them, I still don't quite understand how they work. Idiot.

8/14, 10:12pm
cruising along US-2, hoping to limp it home, noticing the dash lights are kinda dim - oh, and that's interesting... the odometer isn't working... oh, because speedometer doesn't seem to be working... oh, and there goes the tachometer... and fuel gauge... hmm. Engine's running fine, though.

8/14, 10:25pm
fuel pump quit, bike stalled at a red light in Monroe, WA


8/14, 10:26pm
walked the stalled bike to the parking lot of a bank. Hassled by a crazy methhead because his girlfriend crossed the street at the same time I did. He got belligerent, and I got my knife out. He went away. Spotlighted by the local Sheriff, forced to show driver's license and special WA State Dealer ID since it was a shop bike (no problem, all in the wallet!). Politely asked if he saw the methheads prior to harassing me in my neatly ironed wool dress pants and expensive jacket and helmet (I know, all the gear all the time)

saw a guy towing a BMW GS, Jet-ski, and 4-wheeler at the Shell station. Perfect! He's got all sort of toys! He'd understand. Kindly asked if there was an outside shot he had a spare battery for any of those and was willing to sell it to me. He got paranoid and aggressively dismissive. Washington is a weird place.

8/14, 10:30pm
Call Omar. He's making bread, but hasn't put it in the oven yet. He'll be there with the truck in 90 minutes. I owe him. Big time.

8/14, 10:35pm
Call quasi-significant other to check in and share the harrowing tale. She falls asleep mid-conversation.

8/14, 10:40pm
see neon out of the corner of my eye. Find the one bar in Monroe, WA and go inside. Get some chicken fingers, a Deschutes Black Butte XX Porter or four, listen to a fantastic, scandalously-tattooed singer and her guitar player friend knock out some Jeff Buckley covers and talk to them on their set break. They both ride bikes, she more into dual sports, he more Japanese sport touring bikes. And they know music - we get into a long conversation about Stax, Motown, the current state of the industry, and our favorite underappreciated legends... plus bike talk. Up next, the old hippie lesbian Harley riding folk singer for her great set of Irish traditional tunes and stories of the road. In Monroe, WA, at 11:30pm, on a Thursday.

I flung off a quick text message to some dear old riding friends all over the globe talking about how even when motorcycles are at their worst - they're still wonderful. How else would I have stumbled into this?

8/15, 12:30am
the songs and conversations are winding down, and Omar's indestructible old Toyota 4x4 appears under the glow of the sodium lights at the Shell station a block away. With the help of a total stranger (since Omar's wrist is broken from a bike accident), we get the VFR up in the truck bed and tied down in no time.

8/15, 2:36am
the yeowl of hungry cats is expected, the loud and frequent dripping of water onto carpet (combined with 1/4" of standing water in my bathroom) is... well... not technically a surprise, but certainly one of the last things I wanted to deal with after a day like this. One grumpy ass voicemail to my building manager, and I'm off to bed. But not before putting this all down for posterity.

8/15, 3:20am
Did I mention that tomorrow I go to the dentist for the first time in over *half* of my life?


8/8/08 - 8:88pm PDT (party time!)
Watching the Olympics... actually really enjoying the opening ceremonies. Probably the least uber-ghey-Eurotrash ceremony I've ever seen. Dignified, creative, and beautiful... rare that those words are applied to many Chinese things these days. (bada-bing!)

Its been entertainingly annoying to watch our dignified, creative, and beautiful president shed more clothes, get more clammy, and set world records for disinterested slouching as the ceremony went on.

Today at work a contingent of motorcyclists from Venezuela were passing through, on their way back from Alaska. "We have $.30 gasoline, but a crazy president. We got rid of him, but then you gave him back to us. Though I guess you have a crazy president, too... but at least yours goes away in a few months."

We do have a crazy president. One who likes blond softball players. A little too much. Democrats have seedy, immoral, dark hidden affairs that no one suspects until they become public. Republicans are loyal, God-fearing husbands who instead wear their sexual frustration tension on their sleeve... when photographers are present...



... often.

Finally, as much as it pains me to do so, I have to point out that the little boy (Lin Hao) who was a hero in the Sichuan earthquake... walking with honor at the front of the Chinese contingent... possibly the most poignant, concentrated metaphor for the myriad levels of significance contained in these Olympics, China itself, and the general state of the world right now... was carrying what appeared to be a defective Chinese flag that was upside down.

Still... a truly amazing opening ceremony. The Olympics sort of remind me of the Space Station... an international experience that honestly highlights the best of humanity; transcending the (numerous) political, ethical, and economic issues that underlie it. It will be very interesting to see how the games themselves unfold around the these (and other) tensions this year. Good stuff.


7/26/08 - 5:56pm PDT (all your little hats)
Goodbye, Seca II. You had an air-c00led 600cc heart of gold, and big huge dreams... but it appears I was not the one to fulfill them (Daddy's eatin' steak tonite!)

Yamaha XJ600 Seca II and BMW F650GS

Andy was in town last weekend. I think he enjoyed the trip. The contrast against a Baltimore summer may have been a little vicious.

andy - skyline photo

Saturday night was a lap of Ballard, hitting all the good spots I hit my first night here (Hazlewood, Hatties... more Hazlewood... then Ballard Market for late night buzz munchies).

Sunday was the whirlwind tour of the Washington landscape. We left town early and made our way up to the snowy peaks of Rainier around noon. I had forgotten that Andy hasn't really seen western mountains yet... much less snow-covered ones in July. Again... kinda vicious.

july snow pose

mid-july snow from Paradise

We hit almost all the corners of Rainier NP, then headed east out of the park on WA-410. Over the course of about 50 miles, the landscape changes from snow-covered pine mountains to stark, empty desert, with the temperature swinging from about 60F to 95F in that small stretch. I took a road I've never been on before, and we found beautiful Yakima Canyon.

looking south on WA-821, Yakima Canyon

Heading north back towads I-90 now, Yakima Canyon spits you out into the western edge of central Washington's vast irrigated farmland.

irrigated fields outside Ellensburg

I-90 took us back into the mountains, up and over Snoqualmie Pass, and back into Seattle. I then headed over to West Seattle for the finale - the beach vibe you get at Alki.

sunset at Alki fishing pier

alki sidewalk

alki with seattle skyline

The rest of his time here was just checking out the city. Its tough explaining that, since there's no real crime or poverty here... trust fund hipsters and passive-aggressive political yuppies are usually the source of my daily stress and angst.

Monday night we met up with Sara at Nijo's happy hour downtown. Its definitely one of my favorite things - cheap but very good sushi and affordable Hitachino Nest beer (both quite rare). Then we went to Uwajimaya, the Japanese supermarket, to dig on hilariously packaged snack food, then down to Tacoma to drop Sara off and give Andy the quick tour of Seattle's Baltimore. Who are we kidding? Tacoma's way nicer than that.

I have to be honest - I miss the people and the music... but I don't miss the east coast as a place in the least.

Otis threw me a scare this week - no one wants to see blood in the litterbox. But after a thorough exam, the vet said he's totally fine - could have just been stress. Glad I don't poop blood when I'm stressed out.

I've been trying to get him to dig on leashwalking. He has not (though at least he tried it - Shirley went apeshit).

big adventure!

paradise found

who's bad now?

My main hope is that I can extend the period of interest-to-terror from 10 seconds to a few minutes. Baby steps. If nothing else its stopped his wailing the blues at night... singing about how he's a prisoner, LONGING to break outside. Nope. Screw that... there are buses and dogs out there.


7/10/08 - 10:44pm PDT (you betcha)
Sweet merciful crap, I needed a vacation. It wasn't a huge trek, just to the other side of the state, but it may as well have been back in time. Sara and I went to Spokane for a wedding of friends of hers from law school. The ceremony, reception, and our rooms were all in The Davenport Hotel
. Sounded nice enough, but we weren't really prepared for just how nice.

upstairs view

Hall of the Doges detail

upstairs hall detail

A nationally known landmark when originally built, it was "modernized" in the 60s, 70s, and 80s to keep up with the rapid uglification of America, and eventually closed its doors as a big, useless mess in the 90s. An ambitious, folksy, self-made developer and his wife (who used to go on dates there) bought the place for $6m (only twice what it cost to build in 1914!) and decided they could bring it back to life. $40m or so later, they had painstakingly restored everything they could (including total relocation of the original ornate ballroom), and tastefully modernized everything else (including the heating, cooling, and electrical systems, obviously).

They also decided service had to be absolutely perfect. Upon returning to our room after catching dinner and the city's fireworks display Friday night, evening turn-down service had gone so far as to tune our clock radio to a classical station, lower the lighting, and nicely arrange our toiletries from the pile we made on the bathroom sink. Then we found out they had the most insanely comfortable mattresses on earth (and have them available for sale for only $1799!). The end result is a true 4-star hotel that is just magnificient - so much so that you unfortunately wonder what the hell its doing in Spokane. Honestly, though, I think it made good sense. The true beauty and heart of a place like that may well go unnoticed in a more self-interested cosmopolitan city that would just... expect it.

Luke and Shata's wedding itself was wonderful. I don't know them at all, but seeing how well their families interacted, and how truly happy everyone was for them - it was just good to witness. They were really cute, too.

Luke and Shata

Luke and Shata

Fat dorks that we are, Sara and I also seriously dug on Frank's Diner - a Pullman car originally in use as the private car for the president of the Northern Pacific railway. It was abandoned in Seattle during the Depression, then converted into a Diner downtown. Go figure, it losts its lease and was about to be destroyed in the redevelopment, but instead was moved to Spokane. Almost as beautifully restored as the hotel... but tastefully inelegant in its love of eggs and butter.

Frank's Diner interior

menu pondering and dirty looks

me too

We hit Frank's twice, once for breakfast on Saturday, and once for lunch Sunday before heading back to Seattle. It was vacation! (Did I mention the open bar at the wedding?)

The trip back (as expected) was Sara and I in our zone. We left Spokane via US-2, rambling west through the farmland, then up past Grand Coulee Dam, through the Colville Indian Reservation land, then across the North Cascades Highway. In 350 or so miles, you pass through fertile farms, flat desert, rocky desert, pine forests, foothills, huge mountains and glaciers, then suddenly you're back in Seattle.

US-2, somewhere

WA-155

july snow, WA-20

Washington Pass, WA-20

We stopped briefly in the middle of North Cascades to check out the vibrant green-tinted water from the recent snowmelt... this year was a record snowfall, but flooding seems pretty well contained. If anything, its just meant cheaper electrical power and a bunch of cute little waterfalls along the road that get Sara excited.

In a fairly uncertain time, it was great to have a weekend doing what we do best - the weekend was like a fun if not slightly bittersweet encapsulation of our entire relationship - and no more was that better illustrated than this little moment at Diablo Lake, contrasted against a similar little moment at Lake McDonald in Montana four years ago just as all of this began (in the same car, no less).

quick wade in Diablo Lake

cool, clear, water


6/30/08 - 9:35pm PDT (looksha IV)
a few steps forward
So work has gotten better since I stopped having two jobs (go figure). But this week I was given a new-new position in a new department that I'm actually really digging. I no longer deal with customers face to face (kind of a relief, honestly), but have much more responsibility over planning, follow-through, process control, and efficiency, which in the end all affect the customer on a larger scale. There's still a lot to figure out, and I'm pretty worn out by the end of each day (averaging 10 hour days this week getting up to speed), but I feel really good about it so far.

Also feeling good, my Memphis soul project is back up and running with KEXP's blues/soul DJ as our bass player. Johnny's a hell of a guy with a great knowledge and respect for the music, and most importantly, he just loves playing it. It brings us back to square one, but with a little bit better momentum. We're hoping to have a demo cut by the end of summer, then ramp up some booking in the fall.

Speaking of seasons, summer hit this week. From now until September should be high 70s, sunny, and breezy. The sun goes down at about 10pm now, so you really have no excuse not to get out a little bit every day. Today I went kayaking. Unyeilding smugness and hipster hordes be damned, I still love Seattle.

outta my way old man

heading under the Aurora bridge

passing the canadian armada (good parenting all around)

absolute

hi there

who's that sly sunburned mofo? yer damn right.


one step into the unknown
A lot of people have asked me what's up with Sara and I lately. Good timing. Obviously, our big exciting plan failed miserably - instead of enjoying a new life in Seattle together as reasonably employed independent adults who date... she has been stuck at home in Tacoma with her family treating her like a junior high schooler while struggling to find a remotely decent job.

Said family doesn't like me for ridiculous, hateful reasons, and the strain on her was unfairly immense. We packed it in last fall and have been in an uncomfortable limbo since. - hanging out often, but shying away from anything too deep (which really, really sucks). There's still a hell of a lot there, and I still really want things to work out, but I know she won't really be happy until she at least gets a job she believes in (which will enable her independence, which will then *finally* get her to an all-new place in life that we've both been dying to see for a few years now - and maybe a dog in the process).

Seattle's legal market is way down right now. Between the economy, the tendency to source from local schools, and Sara's lack of any connections in the NW... the only really good jobs she's finding at this point are in other parts of the country (just got back from a great interview at a great firm in Chicago).

I don't want to put the cart before the horse here, but while I'm overjoyed and excited that she is finally getting some positive interviews and enthusiastic feedback for the first time in almost 8 months of searching, I just feel that impending angst pit I've come to know quite well over the years. At least I have a lot of friends in Chicago?

In the mean time, we've got a 4-day road trip coming up this weekend... a well-deserved vacation for both of us spent doing what we do best together... hard to beat that.

definitive

Just heard the roar overhead of the last floatplane coming in from a shuttle run out to the Orcas Islands. This place is pretty amazing.

floatplane takeoff



6/19/08 - 11:55pm PDT (rrrrroooowl)
update : thanks once again to Andy, Northwest Airlines, and all the disparate forces that resulted in safe cat transport. Its nice having them around again. I forgot how... really really strange... these two cats are.

Unfortunately, they have also brought a little piece of Baltimore with them... drug addiction.

Here's Otis "tripping" on a catnip-soaked scratch pad, listening to dub records all day instead of finding a job.

They never even responded to the stuff under my watch originally, but maybe the months-long paternal abandonment had deeper effects than I'd like to admit. They are zombies, with no life goals at this point. They just want to get "stoned".

They think its simple fun, but their addictions are tearing this family apart. When their "trips" are "harshed", they get angry and violent!

Seattle is a liberal city - I'm sure there are good programs available at little or no cost. I have hope for us. I truly do.

I must.

6/18/08 - 11:22pm PDT
(meep)
I'm sick and tired. Literally.

Last weekend I had a studio session that went well. Very well. Put organ and piano on a few tracks of a nice ska/dub project a friend of mine is producing. Turns out its the upcoming solo album from Lynvale Golding of The Specials. Dig!

Nice little ride last weekend.

glamour shot, NF-23

After weather and administrative delays - the cats are finally in Seattle. Its been a long day, compounded by a bad cold - but they're relaxing and settling in. Now I need to do the same.

raaaaawr

Zzz


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pre-debut jam
Conor Byrne, Ballard, Seattle WA

9/7 - John Stephan Group (blues/soul)
Central Club, Kirkland WA

9/13 - John Stephan Group
private party, Pt. Townsend WA

9/14 - John Stephan Group
Eagles benefit, Ballard, Seattle, WA

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Sound Sound #6
4/24/08 - (29MB - 35 minutes)
1. Pretty Blood - MF Doom and Madlib
2. Irene - Caribou
3. Lemon - U2
4. Louie Louie - Otis Redding
5. This Song Remains The Same - Led Zeppelin
6. Dyslexic Heart - Paul Westerberg
7. Renewal - The Skatalites and Monty Alexander
8. You're All I Need to Get By - Booker T & the MGs

Sound Sound #5
3/23/08 - (27MB - 33 minutes)
1. No Matter What Shape - Booker T & the MGs
2. Beggin' - Frankie Valli
3. Run (I'm a Natural Disaster) - Gnarls Barkley
4. Hard Times - Baby Huey and the Babysitters
5. Little Bird - Beach Boys
6. Fly Like an Eagle ('73 Demo) - Steve Miller
7. Free Radical (remix) - The Flaming Lips
8. Jesus - Curtis Mayfield
9. Jehova Made This Whole Joint For You - New Radicals

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So I sold the house, sold everything, spent a month on the motorcycle rambling 10,000 miles or so, then stayed put in the Northwest. If you missed it, it was a pretty great trip :


DAYS -3 - 5
(MD, TX, AR, OK, LA, MS, TN, KY)

onward.

DAYS 6 - 14 (KY, OH, WV, PA, MD, DE, NJ, NY, CT, MA, NH, ME, VT, ON, MI)

perfection

DAYS 15 - 22 (MI, ON, MN, SD)

sunset on SD-44 at Winner

DAYS 23 - 31 (SD, NE, WY, CO, UT, NV, CA, OR, WA)

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