I went to the Bagdad Theater tonight to see the Portland talent show, "Pizzazz".... but jeeeezus, talk about a too-long line to wait in. It stretched down the block, then down the back block... and that was at 6:30 1/2 hour til the show was supposed to start. What'supwidat? They said the doors were open at 6.... huh. I'd walked there, so said screw it and walked home.
Went to Washington Park/ Japanese Gardens this afternoon, blah blah, paradise, blah blah, Most Beautiful Place on Earth, etc. etc.
I decided to splurge slightly at the market this morning. I got a bunch of honey. Never been a honey-eater before, but I'm getting into it now. Got regular wildflower honey, and this whipped, cream version which is semi-white. Also, got kale, raspberries (not gone for the season yet?), and a red pepper. I made a discovery last night that dipping red pepper slices in salsa is EXCELLENT.
Last night's party was great; nother BBQ at philippetheotter's... it almost wasn't a BBQ, since early on we'd decided to cook indoors, but then Mikael showed up with a crapload of chicken, so the grill was fired. I ate so damned much: tortilla chips and red pepper slices in salsa, p.t.o.'s organic beef stew, pesto cheese pasta on sourdough bread, a turkey burger fried in bacon-fat skillet, a BBQ'd turkey burger, a slight bit of Mikael's chicken... and beer, vodka, and pot. I felt like I maybe got too high/ drunk. No, didn't feel sick, didn't feel hungover, no ill effects other than making me play lots of bad mandolin, bad bass, bad 12-string guitar, and... well, awesome slide guitar, really awesome, I'm so good at that, but... it's just... maybe it interferes with my memory of these types of nights. I felt my memories this morn were slightly blurry and I want my memories of really great times to be more vivid, so... I might scale back next time. I don't wanna editorialize, that's just my best guess at what I wanna do.
I looked back on my summer a bit today, and realize 1) how much I worried about a few things in my life, 2) how little I really needed to, or how little the worrying helped accomplish anything but obscuring what a great summer I had, in so many ways. I want to keep this in mind.
Thursday night, I just flat-out felt exhausted, went to bed early, and got 9 hours of sleep. Nothing clever or philosophical to add about that; it's just gettin up at 5:15 for a job does that.
I finally finished Michelle Tea's autobiography, The Chelsea Whistle. It is excellent, like the other things I've read of hers. I hope to soon pick up one of Rory Stewart's or Donald Antrim's books from the library. I've also been streaming live and podcast stuff from Don & Mike's radio show. It's one of those little things that makes me feel still-connected to northern Virginia... like when they insult Susan Kidd or Lark McCarthy. Very nostalgia-inducing...
I look forward to some football tomorrow, some fall and Halloween hyjinx coming up soon. It's a simple pleasures couple of days here at the Cheech Ranch, and I'm just gonna go with that. Maybe I can set up a meth lab to make some extra holiday bucks.
Went to Washington Park/ Japanese Gardens this afternoon, blah blah, paradise, blah blah, Most Beautiful Place on Earth, etc. etc.
I decided to splurge slightly at the market this morning. I got a bunch of honey. Never been a honey-eater before, but I'm getting into it now. Got regular wildflower honey, and this whipped, cream version which is semi-white. Also, got kale, raspberries (not gone for the season yet?), and a red pepper. I made a discovery last night that dipping red pepper slices in salsa is EXCELLENT.
Last night's party was great; nother BBQ at philippetheotter's... it almost wasn't a BBQ, since early on we'd decided to cook indoors, but then Mikael showed up with a crapload of chicken, so the grill was fired. I ate so damned much: tortilla chips and red pepper slices in salsa, p.t.o.'s organic beef stew, pesto cheese pasta on sourdough bread, a turkey burger fried in bacon-fat skillet, a BBQ'd turkey burger, a slight bit of Mikael's chicken... and beer, vodka, and pot. I felt like I maybe got too high/ drunk. No, didn't feel sick, didn't feel hungover, no ill effects other than making me play lots of bad mandolin, bad bass, bad 12-string guitar, and... well, awesome slide guitar, really awesome, I'm so good at that, but... it's just... maybe it interferes with my memory of these types of nights. I felt my memories this morn were slightly blurry and I want my memories of really great times to be more vivid, so... I might scale back next time. I don't wanna editorialize, that's just my best guess at what I wanna do.
I looked back on my summer a bit today, and realize 1) how much I worried about a few things in my life, 2) how little I really needed to, or how little the worrying helped accomplish anything but obscuring what a great summer I had, in so many ways. I want to keep this in mind.
Thursday night, I just flat-out felt exhausted, went to bed early, and got 9 hours of sleep. Nothing clever or philosophical to add about that; it's just gettin up at 5:15 for a job does that.
I finally finished Michelle Tea's autobiography, The Chelsea Whistle. It is excellent, like the other things I've read of hers. I hope to soon pick up one of Rory Stewart's or Donald Antrim's books from the library. I've also been streaming live and podcast stuff from Don & Mike's radio show. It's one of those little things that makes me feel still-connected to northern Virginia... like when they insult Susan Kidd or Lark McCarthy. Very nostalgia-inducing...
I look forward to some football tomorrow, some fall and Halloween hyjinx coming up soon. It's a simple pleasures couple of days here at the Cheech Ranch, and I'm just gonna go with that. Maybe I can set up a meth lab to make some extra holiday bucks.
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This is a good entry. I have come to the same conclusions that you have... about memories... worry... vice... I'll add to this conclusion the feeling that I am standing at a crossroads in life lately... I need you to come and play slide guitar, duel with Satan for me -- a new path is just around the corner.
My most very favorite Cheech moment in this entry:
" blah blah, paradise, blah blah, Most Beautiful Place on Earth, etc. etc."
ps- I am a new'ish honey fan as well, although I've eaten it my whole life, I've just started to appreciate just how good it really is. We got this kind that's some exotic New Zealand wildflower style of creamed honey -- it is to die for on a slab of french bread toast with my coffee, let me tell you....
xo