Another day, another dental appointment. Old Man Russell.

Tomorrow, Old Man Peretz's annual vet trip, how he hates it.

Also tomorrow, vocal duo with Liz Tonne, jeepers.

Happy to have avoided tornadic devastation, sorry others did not.

OK, so, no band practice, tornado warning.

Stuffy in the house with all the windows closed.

Working on backup script, too drowsy to be working on backup script. Weird warm days.

Band practice at new spot, time later. Hopefully folks will show. Should play some shows.

Stupid lazy summer.

Nasty cold, slept for about 14 hours, blech.

Didn't get funny little part time job I'd been in the process of applying for since January, double blech.

Should be doing QA, instead, going to watch TV & maybe fall asleep.

Just watched Marwencol with L., really affecting, so many strange echoes of poor dead Patrick. & in Kingston, where the kid is working next year. All very odd, parallel universe stuff. Beautiful photography, wish we could buy some.

Dejah Thoris & her time machine, red planet, take me home.

Been playing so much music, more practice tomorrow, more show Tuesday, feeling a little otherworldly, it's nice. Wish we had a tour planned, wish I had enough of an idea what I was doing with my time to plan a tour.

,,,

Part of playing so much is ending up staying up really late, like old times.

Maybe another hibiscus spritzer, more scifi TV.

Interview this afternoon, not actually nervous about it, nonetheless feel as though I am.

Been thinking about fruity drinks a lot lately. Aguas frescas, etc. Woke up early thanks to above-mentioned nervous-without-actually-being-nervous state. Bit cold in the house, dogs are snuggled up to each other.

3 shows within a week, must be some kind of record.

Yard work.

Got back extra late last night from lamish gig in Everett, fun hanging out with band & playing anyway.

Just scraped my arm on our broken bulkhead, guy coming by Monday to give estimate on new bulkhead, porch repair, etc.

Work work is slowly building up, hurray?

So, L's brother died Tuesday, sweet guy.

About to go to Springfield to upgrade a neglected server.

Ah, spring.

Dire news from the northern frontier, crap.

Otherwise, working, playing music, listening to music, working, playing music, really fun & chaotic Chinese restaurant opening in Worcester Friday.

So, party all the time, basically.

Slow reentry, work's piling up, suppose that's a good thing, a little thick headed. Mostly want to be drinking fruit punch and sleeping.

Great taco party over at JD & Sarah's place last night, I had more tamales than tacos, flor de jamaica, chips and dips.

L's down in Northampton at a board meeting, meeting her down there later for some music. Meeting, meeting, bo beating, banana fana fo feeting, me my mo eating, meeting.

Now, what am I eating?

Woke up early for some reason. Probably because I'm heading back tomorrow. Made a reservation for Peretz & myself in Chambersburg.

Stuffy head. Feel like I just got here, always the way.

Sunny day.

Lots of cookery, bread pudding, stuffed poblanos. My mom's made another cheesecake. Been spending a bunch of time in a food haze, still no bbq.

Also been spending a bunch of time with Chris & Emily. Their new dog Roscoe rocks the party, genuine Boston or no.

Parents have gone somewhere with dogs, drinking coffee. Contractors still not done with the downstairs.

Cherry Blossoms show tomorrow.

Ah, parents and dogs have returned.

New laptop. Very fast. Fixing it up with the this and the that.

Drinking a lot of mango juice. Also, we have cheesecake. Home sweet home.

House is in a bit of disarray from remodeling/repair. Staying in my brother's room, pretty cramped.

Want some nice Mexican.

In Nashville. Just threw a bunch of heavy boxes into dumpster in my folks' driveway.

Got here yesterday, lots of talking and eating, started showing my mom Veronica Mars.

Peretz is enjoying the fenced yard action.

Slowly getting back in the swing.

Making a stew for later. It's gray and cold. Not the stew, that's bubbling away and a deep brown.

Anyway.

Just went out for a smoke to find a drunk guy collapsed in front of the neighbors'. His birthday apparently, also Irish. Had to walk him home, tell his confused wife about his broken finger.

Happy Saint Pat's!

Back from vacation, and boy, what a weird one, spent a bunch of it really, really sick, broke a tooth, honestly, WTF?

Still tropical paradise wins out, even lying flat out sick, listening to the magical birds. Not as much swimming, weird foods as I'd have liked, but still plenty swimming, weird foods. Charming yard geckos.

The beauty of the beaches in Kailua would be difficult to overstate. Green-covered volcanic curtains everywhere, cloud-topped.

Flight back, nightmare of stress positions and dry, dry air. A bit surprising that when they came around with water, they didn't tilt my head back and pour it up my nose to make the experience complete. Feeling the effects today, still, great to home with the pups.

At T's house across from Ocean Beach, high surf advisory, stormy.

Last night, really yummy Mexican, chile verde burrito, etc. Hanging out with Peter's tiny dog & giant massage chair. Really interesting to be in SF, been a while.

Later, buffalo burgers, who knows what else.

Flight out somewhat torturous, massage chair helped.

Another stiff day, listening to stiff music. May go sing on the radio late this evening, if we can get it together.

New camera drifting nearer, maybe it'll be inspirational, been feeling a bit sedate, if not sedated.

Peretz wants loco moco. Pickles won't stop talking Banzai Pipeline and his amazing trick jumps. Haven't the heart.

English muffin with cottage cheese, mutsu apple. It's how we roll.

Roof cleaners came and knocked snow/ice from side & porch roofs, top of the roof remains uncleared due to expense & the task requiring a "man-lift." Cleared away an awful lot of slush and such from the front walk and driveway.

Want to be splishing in ocean waves.

Whee, singing about being a little dumpling on my way to the sea on the frozen Connecticut, then ice storm ice storm ice storm.

Cleanup today made much easier by L's thoughtful seeding of the walk with salty dirt yesterday, just cleared icy snow fallen from our north-facing roof from the neighbor's drive, solid citizen.

Dogs just got their first walk in 24 hours, Peretz says, "About time, bitch!" That's city living for you.

Happy Groundhog Day, everybody. Pretty sure the local groundhogs are all sensibly below ground.

Enjoying the ridiculous quantities of snow, despite inconvenience, work, what have you.

Should take Peretz for a walk.

Getting ready for snow tunneling, Peretz wants his walk, damn it.

Outside, a lovely blur.

Tropical breezes beckon.

Quiet Sunday morning, pottering about in my Global Warming Killed Frosty t-shirt, tending to dogs, making coffee, arranging photos of debris I took last year, feeling like I should be doing more art despite the fact that, realistically, objectively or relatively, I'm already doing quite a lot.

Ran out of work to do yesterday, there's a wide variety of stuff on the horizon, but I'm contemplating a possible two weeks of basically uncommitted time, it's strange, though, of course, in many ways, it's a return to normal.

Maybe some music.

OK, a few weeks into the not smoking thing & I'm officially wussing out. Had a cigarette a little while ago from ancient half pack I found while doing laundry & my back now feels better than it has for a week and a half. Screw it.

The dogs heartily disapprove, and, honestly, I do too. Sigh.

L.'s gone to the island to see the kid's new band.

"Alone Again/Or" on Pandora, toaster gorditas with sour cream & Frank's Red Hot, dogs want dinner, dogs want out, trying to get into the swing of this new work task.

Going to go out to see some music in a while, maybe. More of that tomorrow & tomorrow & tomorrow.

Chilly feet. Despite excessive coffee, could use a nap.

Sleeping funny, unsettled stomach, seems like old times.

Got a really wonderful load of snow dumped on us yesterday, soon our sidewalks will be tunnels, dare to dream.

Scattered, making work difficult, or working difficult, anyway, anyway.

Dogs are bored with it.

A couple days ago, quit smoking as I had intended to do about four years ago, before events intervened, as they do.

Understandably, then, feeling a bit loopy. Having lots of snacks, water.

L. has gone south for a day of felting, indie rock, etc. Meanwhile, on the couch with itchy eyeballs, X-Files marathon.

Outside, lovely white snow.

Nice new year's, L. made donuts with rum cream, yum.

Woken early by dogs, fell asleep again to 2001.

Just finished celebrating the arrival of our first significant snowfall with a cheerful viewing of Quintet.

Yesterday, a pleasant xmas complete with low key gift exchange, bourbon molasses pecan pie, spicy pork tenderloin &, for me, anyway, a very early bedtime. That equalled me waking embarrassingly early & a trip to the predictably ugly scene at the postholiday presnowtorm megagrocery for butter & eggs.

Dressed in orange eating organic oranges. Postapocalappalappalappalappa.

Wakka wakka.

Happy winter, still not much in the way of snow. Slept through the eclipse, enjoying sleep very much lately.

Twee music on, settling into work.

Dogs are getting upset that L. won't help them test their beddytime catapult. They're convinced it's safe.

Working out xmas dinner menu.

Just stepped outside to find a strange, loose beagle pooping on our front walk. Tried to get him to come, but he ran off across the street.

Peretz wonders, "Who was that strange beagle?"

Raining hard. In Nashville, apparently, snow.

Now we are a crack social media team.

Going to go see the new Harry Potter, xmas tree dressing, microtonal guitarist. In that order.

Peretz is wet & smells like mushrooms.

Oh, maybe we're canceling all but the movie, OK, sounds good.

Spent the weekend food poisoned, thanks to holiday party raw vegetable tray at Union Station, I think. Blech.

Feeling a bit better, not yet up to latkes, sadly.

Flurries all day, elderly neighbor taken away by ambulance, freezing cold blustery dog walks, quiet typing to twee music.

Think January tour is off due to various band members' financial woes. Blech. Maybe in the spring. Should set up some more shows anyway, hm.

Watching a documentary about Veit Harlan, making me want to make movies, strange.

Took T. to the airport through some pretty apocalyptic weather, bit surprised we weren't blown under a semi or some such.

L. got me chocolates, I got her some Brazilian psychedelia, happy happy, happy hanukkah, xappy xanuxxax, zappy xanax, etc., etc.

Anyway, wishing I were in pictures, that I could turn into pictures, all the words, well, genug iz genug.

Made chicken fricassee served over buttered egg noodles in honor of our first accumulating snow, sort of anyway, spent much of the earlier part of the day with my mind oscillating between work, something rich & savory to serve over egg noodles, and the apparent likelihood of snow despite its total absence from the weather forecast. It all came together nicely.

Nice visit with the kid, we got him a good way along on his college applications, weird, right? L. took him back to his island this AM, took the new car, safety first.

Never enough noodles.

Coffee, Macy's parade. Been a hectic week, T from airport Tuesday, kid from Bridgeport ferry yesterday.

Spent last night in a bit of a fog, made nachos.

Currently, line dancers/cheerleaders are entertaining the multitudes to the strains of "Cotton Eyed Joe", the Rednex version, yep.

Peretz has finally settled in on the couch, awaits the Snoopy balloon with an affected nonchalance.

Just fixed broken stove burner by removing piece of popcorn which had somehow flown into tiny metal tube between burner and igniter, doesn't seem physically possible, but there it was.

Yesterday, neighborhood kid offered to rake up our yard for ten dollars, did a fine job, knew those neighborhood kids had to be good for something.

Playing with Hulu Plus, so far, only good thing about it is that it will play a whole series without human interaction, that said, I fell asleep on the couch watching cartoons & woke to a crashed Roku.

Been talking tour plans with band, hope it comes together.

Second rock show in as many nights, en route a young buck leapt across my path, wet & drizzly, happy for fog lights.

Slowly getting into the swing of these English composition tutorials, full of bad advice.

Last night, Jewish food week continued with kasha varnishkas, between the kugel and the kasha, ate a bunch of bagels and bialys. Think I'm boring the missus. Oh, well. Maybe I should make some corned beef or something.

Decided Friday I needed to go out & take some photos, so, at L's instigation, we headed out to Natural Bridge State Park yesterday, really lovely marble quarry, crazy light. Found a farm store I didn't know about on the way out, decent pie, have frozen pizzas from Zuppardi's, honey crisps, awesome. Would like to be touring about the countryside, finding more stuff like that & writing about it properly.

Heard earlier in the week from my friend Chris that their dog Cecil had died, sad, about the same age as Peretz, gives me the willies. Amazing little American Gentleman, would leap from a bed onto Chris's back and run up to his shoulder for a treat in his younger days. Smelled terrible.

Working on some English composition tutorials, they give some really terrible advice on rewriting sentences, dogmatic, no sense of style, happy to destroy sense. For the Canadians, sigh.

Even aside from the photos, been trying to make myself use computers & networks for stuff besides work more, working on a new website, soon it will be winter.

Happy Armistice Day, celebrating 92 years without any more WW I.

Went to the shop for kibble, lots of old guys in military uniforms, navy caps, etc. Poor old guys, hope they're OK.

Let your white birds smile up at the ones who stand & frown, Peretz says.

Last night, went to see a Sublime Frequencies film in progress about music in Niger, some strong stuff, made me feel a little lightheaded. Before that, made a noodle kugel, also baked some drumsticks marinated in a curry marinade, breaded with panko, pretty yummy.

Also, I'm a little dog dressed up like a reindeer.

Dark by five, delightful. This AM, amusing post DST confusion as I wondered why it seemed like I'd been doing something for an hour when the wall clock indicated it had been two.

Making chili, will be a while yet. L's making a strawberry cake.

Went & observed solar powered/controlled sound installation in Turners earlier, pleasant, chilly, b flat.

Chilly floors make chilly feet.

OK, rainy day, Vashti Bunyan, settling into work. Cold, snow soon.

Playing a show later, little dog dressed up like a reindeer, kappa, chi kind of joint. Halloween turns blurrily into xmas. At a birthday party. Considered bringing giant bag of McDonald's cheeseburgers. Not going to, peer pressure.

Chilly fingers.

Trip to Syracuse: not bad at all, considering. Lovely Lake Ontario abiding tempestuous. Still a bit exhausting. Lousy food.

Halloween merriment: quite good. Highly exhausting.

Work proceeds apace, band practice momentarily.

Having ideas for less annoying travel/review website. More pictures, keep the rabble out, smash clichés with a hammer.

Lovely warm day, slept in, picked up some apache tuning work, made spicy Thai noodles, etc., etc. A++, would do business again.

Just got caught in a sudden downpour thanks to Pickles & his unlucky collar. Seriously, Hon, that stuff in the Cursed Articles Section is on deep discount for a reason.

Also, for the past couple days, seemingly anything I eat makes my stomach turn flips, better than anything I think doing that like in the good old days.

Anyway, feeling suitably dire & grim for Richard Thompson later. Also missing the last Phantom Brain Exchange, sad.

Spent much of the day fiddling with clickable electron orbital diagrams, click, click, ick, sick.

Sleepy day. Booked February flights to Hawaii. Did a little work.

Spending so much time typing away for work, not much left for this sort of business.

Funny crunched flattish time.

Enjoying my time within my little invisible temple of Diana, wonder how long it will last. In any case, days pass by with no significant feeling of agitation, aces.

Most of those Fokkers were Messerschmidts, footprints in the butter, etc.

Been working extra hours early this week in hope of being able to leave laptop behind while on trip to Jersey, would be novel, should bring a novel. Bar Mitzvah, Bar Mitzvah. Maybe I should get the kid a cleverly made little mechanical statue of Ganesh to help him navigate manhood. Would've appreciated one.

Great suicidal dramas on the apartment cliff-banks of the Hudson under the wartime blue floodlight of the moon, I'd like to buy a vowel. Bom-ma-bom, a-bom-bom-a-bom, ba-ba-bom-bom-a-bomp, b-dang-a-dang-dang, b-ding-a-dong-ding.

Made a pilaf with Egyptian rice from the new Halal shop by the Asian market, interesting short grain.

Brunch with the kid, took him back to Northampton for teen social time, went & got some quality local apples.

Half watching documentary on Bob Moog while labeling photos, dogs are bored with it.

Later, birthday party at a remote curling rink, 10/10/10 dance party, etc.

Cold's about licked.

Last night, Deerhoof was a treat, Pearl Street = worst club ever, now they don't let you leave & return, disgusting dumb fuckers, Ecrasez!

Seems like an awful lot of activity coming down the pipe, hope I can get my work done.

Want to claw out the inside of my head, slept a lot. L. brought nice Thai noodles for lunch, nice pick me up. More noodles soon.

Gray day. Not getting much done.

Fucking head cold.

Getting a bunch done regardless, had a good time singing in a field over the weekend.

Scratchy, itchy, crappy, dopey, sneezy.

Beautiful fall weather proceeds apace.

Went to pub night at H&O earlier, free snacks, crowded. Met the guy who played the wolf in the Firebird in the rain, seemed nice.

Thirsty, damp, still raining.

Quite a remarkable downpour happening. About to finish batch of chemistry tutorials I've been working on, then on to the next.

Listening to 'Yellow Pills', earlier, on my pal Molly's radio program, 'Mr. Blue Sky'.

Why?

Multiday music fest starts today at our favorite local record store, playing the Saturday installment in Goshen.

Oh, wow, weekend. Saturday, perfectly lovely day at the beach. Sunday, band practice, played a show, slept like the dead. Zippy, boxy car, hurray.

Monday, oy, rainy, feeling a bit off, then more off, then less. Chicken noodle & grilled cheese to the rescue. Right as rain tomorrow, more rain tomorrow.

Shine on harvest moon, up in the sky.

Safely into fall. Bought a car Monday, supposedly going to get my hands on it today.

Working from home is interesting, featuring new and improved distortions of my sense of time.

Turns out, whale watch was available despite choppy seas, totally fucking amazing, big crowds of humpbacks, apparently friskier than usual due to the waves, lots of jumping & frolicking, still feel a bit giddy.

After that, South African snack, bought some sale brown beach towels with pink polkadots.

These are a few of my favorite flavors: strawberry, chocolate, vanilla. That last one's a killer.

Came home to find Pickles had caused significant damage to a door and frame, sigh, poor nervous pup, poor us.

Watching 10,000 BC, girls just headed across the street for some nice Thai while I stay and keep the dogs company. They're bringing back Crazy Noodles for me, perennial favorite.

Just noticed that Ask is folding up Bloglines on October 1, end of an era. They're dropping it in favor of 'building out [their] Q&A offering,' sad, whither Lycos? Go get it.

Rainy last full day of vacation, supposedly 7-10 foot swells courtesy of Igor, will probably put the kibosh on whale watching plans for the second year running.

Karen's here, we're all drinking coffee, have some, won't you?

Awaiting Karen's arrival, oven ate the nice dinner I made, screwy locking mechanism, ugh.

Enjoying vacation very much despite nightly sinus headache.

Earlier, explored First Encounter Beach at low tide, quite something.

Poor butternut squash and onions.

Sushi the tortoise, lost and found again, where was I?

Off my game, out of the office, on vacation.

Quality vacation, even getting some work done amidst tasty seafood, seal watching, ocean bobbing, dog walking, etc. Even lining up more work, almost like I'm well adjusted.

Also have line on potential replacement car, yip,yip.

Have brats to grill later.

Honestly, what don't I have?

Hopefully, whale watch tomorrow, love a whale watch.

Cozy on the couch with Peretz, sunshower outside, place we're staying has a giant tub with which I may become reacquainted shortly.

Oh, & L's camera broke, lose one most every vacation.

Just did my last routine review of the paper's logs.

It seems like I've been writing this thing forever, but not as long as I've been doing that. Good riddance.

Went out & got a bag of snacks for the cape. No 19th Hole, no pecan pie.

Reorganizing.

OK, so, on the loose, pretty much. Not quite awake yet, but it feels pretty nice, most anxiety is residual rather than prospective, nothing a few days at the beach shouldn't fix.

Bit cloudy, Pickles is snoring.

Was thinking of doing some work today, but think I may say 'Fuck it' and go out shopping or something.

Taco night.

Full up on tacos, sleepy.

Last real day tomorrow, many imaginary ones to follow.

Having a hard time remembering which day it is, weird stretched weekend seemed to start yesterday, sick Friday, Saturday worked all day at meditation center, spent the evening awaiting calls from soon to be former workplace, maybe Labor Day picnic I'll be attending shortly will ram the fact of Monday home.

Honestly, though, expect time to stay all funny at least until the 20th or so. Though, so, though, so.

Om Gum Ganapatayei Namaha, that gum you like is going to come back in style.

Spent some time yesterday researching wholesale sources of Lotte gum, still no line on the mangosteen flavor.

Been singing out a lot, going out a lot, more later.

Ugh, sick. Up on and off through the night with a fever. Blech.

Soon, I'll be free. Picking up of freelance work proceeds apace.

Nothing much to say lately, lots of working and thinking about work and being tired from too much of all of that sort of thing. Just played a show for a friend about to leave for Turkey. Still there.

Coming end of summer making me feel a bit glum, despite my love of fall and hatred of hot weather.

Found my passport.

Trying to get into the groove of my upcoming work from home sort of work, made a bit more difficult by icky cold onset end of last week, did a bit of catch up over weekend, made a bit more difficult shredding turkey for free community supper today, writing small program to generate all the base 7 primes up to 7 digits for my artist pal/co-turkey shredder.

Beginning to feel waves of distant freedom. Here comes the ocean.

Listening to Conrad play, playing phone sudoku.

You have completed the puzzle in 11:11.

Finally uploading vacation snaps.

Bit of a tummy ache. There's a show I want to go to.

Go to considered harmful.

Work has turned into quite the novel experience, produced fairly comprehensive network map for new guy, also showed him nmap, giant cavern where Recorder press used to be.

Anyway, almost like I'm already gone. Finding it easy to pick up side work. Whee.

Slow morning, strong coffee.

Yesterday, eggs benedict, swam in freezing cold ocean, took sunset boat ride out into Blue Hill Bay, lovely, lots of wildlife, ended with thunderstorm, groovy. After that, cocktails & bocce, hurray!

So, pretty good vacation.

Peretz is out this morning with 'rents, sounds like they're showing him a good time, good ol' dog.

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Vacation, as with so much else, by the time I settle into it, it's more than half over.

Got fuzzy slippers, new front tires. Had a delightful fancy lunch. Saw otters and a beaver in a brackish pond.

Hazy now, lighting flashes from storm over on the mainland, hoping it clears out for Perseids.

Same old happy place, now featuring Internet.

Well, not on the cell networks, but still, available in 2 out of 2 houses we've been in, a first.

Popovers, sitting on rocks, dip in harbor, fried seafood plate, sitting on lawn by harbor, clear night sky, etc.

Peretz is curled contentedly on the too high bed.

Need new tires again.

Tired from training new guy, seems a decent enough sort, no hope of conveying sufficient information prior to departure.

Anyway, vacation, whoo-hoo! Hope to catch some Aurora this evening.

Sweaty Betty, lying in path of fan.

All the guests are gone, boss's vacation is over tomorrow, feeling a bit drained, haven't had any quiet time to myself since about a week ago, having some now.

Emily brought a giant inflatable representation of their dog Cecil's head, we played inside it Wednesday in Turner's, used it as a backdrop for show yesterday. Check it:



8x8x13= good times.

So happy to be soon stepping out of my current job role it's hard to describe.

Happy 17th, kid.

Overly busy but fun weekend, overly busy & not fun Monday.

Chris & Emily were here but are gone again, will be back Wednesday.

In slightly damp Flywheel, listening to We Love You. Didn't think I was going to make it out after yucky work day, healing power of corn, I guess.

Before show, talking to T's pal Max, out from Boston to see Bullock. Tried to sell me a car.

Tomorrow sleep in, then reformat some code, yip, yip.

Most popular work conversational opening this week, 'I know we're only supposed to bother you for emergencies...' Whee haw.

Falling asleep at desk, lack change for revivifying grape soda.

More thunderstorms coming.

Sinus headache, spinny, last minute request for a new user account, will it be the last? Free soup, chats, more tomato sandwiches.

Got hot, big storm, cool again. Early bedtime. Pickles is whining in the window.

Slowly realizing just how poorly I slept last night, headache, nausea, ick.

Burning massive quantities of ads purged from ad system over the weekend to DVD, ick.

At home, there are delicious, ripe, local tomatoes, wish I was there with them.

Went to Newfound Lake today for the first time since I was, I don't know, maybe twelve? A good deal more developed, still a lovely, clear lake. Was feeling tired on the drive up, found myself drifting off while floating, hoping it's the first wave of relaxation after five years of mostly not.

Brilliant distant lightning among the mountains on the drive home. Storm arrived in Greenfield with us, I blame the dress. Late night Magpie. Home with dogs. Groovy afterlake sensations in extremities.

Finally have a deadline for departure from Wernham Hogg, yip, yip.

Look at the funny monkey.

Busy morning, more aggravated with management than ever, hurray!

Going to go show the new maintenance guy some voicemail ropes in Amherst momentarily.

Nice weekend visit with Kid. Pizza, pizza. Pizza. Video games. Noise show. Finer things & c.

Kid's here, had my first regular old pepperoni pizza at the new place, kick ass.

At a friend's, Fox in the Snow playing on laptop quietly, about to go to other friends' for noisy noise.

Heat has ignored my admonitions, perhaps Pickles will have better luck with his Amazing Snow Machine.

Sticky in a cold room.

Later, little Alice's 2nd birthday in a steamy hot park, even later, maybe more fancy pizza.

Begone, vile heat.

Was given a whole lot of very high quality free food this weekend, hopefully the start of a trend. Smoked pork shoulder, aces, pals' new pizza shop, likewise. And the first of the summer corn.

Have a show to play in Northampton some ungodly hour Thursday night. Need to go practice for that momentarily. Airily, fairily.

Dip do dee.

Thinking about Rick James and the sad, sad state of our society and culture.

The next time somebody apologizes for the vicious genocidal racism of this country by claiming that everybody was like that back in the day, ask them why New Yorkers look a lot less like Iroquois than Mexicans look like Aztecs.

Got a lot done yesterday, had some yummy food, hoping today's the same.

Sleepy. After finishing up work work, did some yard work.

Another job interview yesterday, more enjoyable than the last, mostly IT folks in the room.

Tomorrow morning, L.'s going to the island for a couple days, kid's got a show, etc. Lots of music for me to listen to & play here.

Got some snacks for easy weekend dining, still need coffee.

The weather has finally improved, cool & crisp.

Spent the morning being bored by visiting management.

Almost nap time.

Still not fully recovered from all night work spree.

Did nonetheless manage to go to the beach, do yard work, fix/setup a couple wireless networks, practice with band, make burritos, play antique video games, etc., etc.

You'd think beach would've taken care of it, jeez. Maybe need more beach.

So this year it wasn't the solstice but the day after that was longest, arrived home from work yesterday only to have to go back immediately to fix dead server, got home again 5:30 AM, whee.

Feeling pretty funky, hanging with dogs.

Happy anniversary, hon.

At work, groggy, sore throat continues. Should probably go get some spicy soup.

In the midst of the sickness, got fed a really lovely solstice dinner by culinary friends around the corner, pretty fancy.

Looking forward to feeling better, trip to the beach, new pizza shop, sleep.

Stomach cramps, sore throat.

A bat got into the house, tried to catch & release, the dogs killed it.

They're still restless.

Dizzy & nauseated, ick.

A fan is blowing at me. Good white noise.

Just back from taking Peretz to the vet, how he hates it. No major issues, got him some tartar control chews.

Glad to see the back of another workweek. Got a lithium ion powered weed trimmer. The mind boggles.

Lots of stuff to do this weekend, hoping to work in some time with Kirby Super Star which I can now play on my Wii, huzzah.

That or watch more lectures on systems programming. Fun either way, everybody wins.

Permanent tiredness leading to little blogging, need a new gig.

Yesterday, made chili & cornbread for chili cookoff, wasn't actually competitive, but people seemed to like them both despite excessive salt in the chili. Had really good homemade ice cream in homemade waffle cone bowls also, should go to more of those sorts of parties.

What's for lunch?

Have a bit of a stomach ache.

Found runny dog poo in the upstairs hall this AM, so I'm not alone in that, I guess.

Would like to be playing more music.

Still sleeping poorly, allergic to something out in the world.

Really fun band practice yesterday, been making up songs about Pickles, should go vote against my town selling sewer water as coolant later.

Thinking about clichés and metaclichés in the arts.

Hot dogs and apple pie. Strawberries are in.

Didn't sleep very well last night.

Still muggy.

Just surprised myself by correctly identifying and repairing the immediate cause of my car's a/c suddenly ceasing to work yesterday (blown fuse for compressor clutch relay), wonder if it will blow again, hurrah.

Absurd work busyness continues, we have a fresh new Internet uplink, etc.

Sweaty.

L.'s at her board meeting, going to go to another show in a while.

Keep applying for jobs, should probably be networking, ick.

Taking the day off, things have been hectic, mostly because of strange power issue at work Sunday morning, lots of stuff broken, ugh.

Otherwise, a pretty fun, if mildly stressful, weekend visiting with Toste, a little more activity than I was really up for, I think. Also, got a plastic grocery bag wrapped around my exhaust pipe.

Had fun playing show Monday night, not sure anybody else enjoyed it, oh, well.