Thursday, June 01, 2006

Laundry list

I drove 1510 miles last weekend to go to the Sasquatch Music Festival and back. It was a lot of music watching and camping over 2 1/2 days. Got pretty heavily hailed on, but I got to see very hairy Sam Beam (Iron 'n Wine) from a short distance away and got to wave an American flag while Sufjan Stevens and his band did their much ballyhooed patriotic thing I was even sore amazed at some others (TV on the Radio, deadboy and the elephantmen, Gomez, etc., etc.). I'll post more on this later, with photos even. Mark my words.

Sold my car of nine years yesterday for $300. I'm surprised at how easily I let it go. It's the car I learned to drive on, a 1986 Honda Civic Hatchback. If cars could talk, The Champ would keep you all thrilled for several days in a row, I kid you not. I miss him a bit, but my mechanic has a new ride for cheap. Meanwhile, I get to hoof it and beg rides to work. Still, it's amazing how much it has got me out of the house since then. I'm walking places, running others, hitting the supermarket, etc. The way things are going, I should keep this up. I've been thinking a scooter might do me dandy this summer, but now I'm thinking high-powered pogo stick instead. Have you seen those? They're amazing.

I finished my seventh volume of original poetry this evening. Not bad for 13 years or so of the hobby. And I blame it on my first poetry teacher (who meant so much to me, I've forgotten his name at the moment) who really pushed that "one poem a day" habit on us. It made a world of difference in my writing. I'm convinced that a month or two following that advice yields some surprisingly vivid poems. Consider your 60 days or so a warm-up period.

My sister had her second child yesterday. They've chosen to name her Kazhia (pronounced kay-juh). They've done so because, well, they already hate her. The time will come in this young woman's life someday that she'll hate them for giving her a name with a curious "z" in its middle. They shouldn't mess with her future like that, you know? She's bound to drop the surname and became a dancer. Like Cher, but not so much.

I fear the death of the mix tape aka mix disc. I have so many thoughts on this, just mentioning it in passing is like a barely scratched surface. Expect more meanderings thoughts on the subject when I'm not dead tired.

That'll do, pig.


3 comments:

Sherpa said...

A family friend named his little boy Xaelon a couple of years ago.....

aisy said...

i'm fond of the fact that my parents spelled my name the gaelic way. sure, i have to spell it all the time but it's kinda cool. mix cd's will live on...

ewesa said...

I just found an old goobered mix tape under the front seat of my car. I didn't put it in the player, but I didn't throw it away, either.