Hi Y'a;;ll!

Its been quite some time since I've put anything down here. Scott and I are back in Seattle, doing well. I'm back in School. Scott is still writing.

I have a video camera now and I'm testing the ways in which I can manipulate that. We'll see what comes to fruition. Who knows...some of it may end up on this blog!

Things to occupy your time:

The band I play with, Stephanie has a myspace! myspace.com/poorstephanie
We will be releasing a tape WITHIN the next few months with GGNZLA records. Woot!

Booklist -
With William Burroughs, A report from the bunker by Victor Bockris
The Process - Brion Gysin
Esoterrorist - Genesis P. Orridge
Cosmos - Gombrowicz

that should be good until the winter quarter is over.

Happy New Year of Our Lord, Y'All!

Red Mango Curry

Portland, is a place where a lot of my friends move to. I don't know why. I've never been there, on an extended stay.
The only way I've experienced Portland is driving through it. This last last time driving down to LA, Scott and I stopped @ Nikolas's Lebanese restaurant in PDX, per recommendation of Chris Brown. When we were paying for our bill, two women at another table were looking at us and laughing. After a few minutes they ended up offering their leftovers to us. Which we accepted of course.
A lot of artists I'm fascinated by have moved to and from Portland within the last two years.
In Seattle I met a freejazz Shaman, we'll call him Shane. He told Sarine and I that we could sleep in the hay at his barn in Portland, if we ever came down to visit. He said he had a telephone and that we could call him at the given number. He was a nice scoundrel. He was in his late sixties and kept hiding his retainer, that held his false teeth, in the couch, or in the dish rack, or on the edge of the bathroom sink so that people would sit on it, or find it and be shocked. He had curly-curly grey hair that he wore in afropuffs and his pants were some of the strangest bell-bottoms I have ever seen.
I never took that trip to visit Shane. Not yet, at least. I still have his number.

Last night, Scott and I made a wonderful red curry with Mango. I would have entered it into a contest. It was THAT good.

I interviewed for a telefund position in Downtown LA yesterday. The job would have me raise money for democrats. Scott didn't do well on his interview, it might have been too much emotionally, poor guy. Maybe Scott and I can get jobs at the LA Gay center, or whatever its called.

We Will Have Sticky Greedy Fingers When We Meet

O woe of woes, my digital camera is malfunctioning. All my pictures are coming out blurred! Anyone have any ideas? They have been turning out like this. When I zoom it becomes a little more focused. Nothing close to what things used to look like.

The following photos are from before the heinousness. 

We have been painting the basement gold and poopy chocolate brown!

The first BBQ! Croquet was played. Morgan released a film and a had a hotdog after party at his home in beautiful Georgetown. The building in the back is an old carriage house with holes in the windows that Morgan pees out of. Morgan has his room where the window on the top floor is. This picture is taken from a window on the porch.

Shauna and Morgan. Most panoramic photos are taken by Scott. 

In a wheel chair. 

Tika hard at work for Elliott Bay in Pioneer Square. Tika leaves in one month for nomadic wanderings up and down our coast and that other coast east of here.

Scott and I got bored and took a ferry to Bremerton on a very beautiful and warm day. Perfect weather for sailing! Bremerton wasn't amusing. We left after teriyaki and a visit to Monica's Social Club.

Then off to SHEBANG! for this season's second barbecue. Turkey burgers with all kinds of stuff inside. 

Echo was there! It also happened to be 420. All of these people were stoned and slightly awkward but genuinely welcoming. Weed makes me wacky, I generally abstain, but I heard the cookies were delicious.

The SHEBANG! kitchen.

Some of Spring's first blooms. Camellia.

Dancing in my room, prefunking before a spring party @ Ian's.

Where we met this guy! Who Ian claims is our love-child. I see only slight resemblances. It was nice to make this young man's acquaintance. Its less twisted than it looks, really.

There is no working outlet in the bathroom.

Another wonderful time spent at Robert and Maggie's.

Emily will be embarking with Tika and moving to Olympia. You will be missed so very much Emily. Thanks for being a friend and liking me so immediately.

Scott and I are moving to LA in 9 weeks!!

Here is Always Somewhere Else

Besides the coke dealer that wanted to kill me - I was giving him "fuck you" vibes - I had a lot of fun at a house show!

Pictured: Filth Mattress

Throne of Bone

Rachel aka Granny's Gristle.

More Croquet!

Man Lebt Nur Zweimal

I went on a social bender last weekend. Saying "yes" to everything. Allowing myself to have lumps in my throat.

TomandAndrea's house. Andrea's birthday. She is the one on the floor. Check out that guy's look of astonishment. 

Nate Mooder bombing, post Braidstorm.

Jon.

Jeff.

Jamie Jalope.

Sun traveling up, thru my throat and out into the world

I think that the light in Seattle is interesting right now. I'm taking lots of pictures of it. This is what interests me. This is what I'm thinking about. The nap is over.

Hello you! Having a shadow again is a tax return, better than money, all that taxing sunlessness. Finding a piece of yourself.