Well, today was my 8th wedding anniversary. Not sure what significance that has since my divorce will be final in 16 days, but there it is nonetheless looming over my day. I had actually forgotten about it until I got this odd e-mail from Mrs. X this morning. I could have lived without the reminder.Oh well.
So I decided last night that I am not going to get a new computer after all. I feel like my money can be spent more wisely on other things for the house. So, I will be technology free on the weekends. Maybe I can get to reading some of those many books I own that I have never read. There’s an idea! Anyway, this day has left me worn out and braindead, so more next time I promise.
Well, I had a great weekend. Friday night I went to a party at Tucker’s condo. Met some new peeps and generally had fun with the usual gang of misfits. Afterwards went for coffee at Denny’s with Foxes and Armstrong. Fun stuff.
Rockin’ out to the Gospel Gangsta’s one last time on cassette. Saturday morning I went and got my new Sony CD player installed in my car. It rocks. I can’t believe I’ve gone this long without one.
Band practice was canceled so I found oddly inspired to do some yardwork. I raked up and entire yard waste container of leaves and hosed all the leaf accumulation off my driveway. I also put up Christmas lights on my fence and the big tree in my front yard. I love Christmas, but until now wasn’t feeling very motivated to decorate for myself.
Saturday night I hooked up with Rahal. We went to see End Of Days at Cinerama (the best dang theater in the world). Typical Arnold S. movie…but I was entertained. Afterwards we got a couple of beers at Lava Lounge. Cool bar. Only been there one other time. I like it. Good mixed crowd and fresh atmosphere. We also stopped and got hot dogs from a street vendor. Made me feel like I was in New York or something. After that we picked up Burch from work and went home. Watched Saturday Night Live. Danny DeVito was the guest. It was hot. REM played. I normally hate them, but they were quite good. That one guy from Young Fresh Fellows was playing keyboards…weird.
Sunday morning went to Church with Burch…then hung out. Went to Fred Meyer and got a new watch. It’s all space age matrix looking and was only $20. What a deal. Then I dropped off Burch at work. Went to the Pacific Place mall, got some coffee and walked around for a bit. Then I went to see Bone Collector at The Meridian. Cool movie. A bit slow at times, like the lingered too long on shots and whatnot. Sloppy editing I thought. But, Angelina Jolie was awesome. After that I went to the ordination service at Church for Wheeler. Glad she is now a full time pastor at our Church…she’s good people. Then I went to Tower Records and picked up new Moby and Old 97′s “Fight Songs” (a band I recently was turned on to and love). Rushed home for an awesome episode of X-Files (about a guy who was lucky) and The Practice. Wow…what a weekend. This morning my friend Delo-T gave me a Run Lola Run movie poster…early Christmas present…so stoked.
So, I’ve told more of you about this page. I wonder if anybody has actually discovered it on accident yet. Hmmm…
Went to see Damien Jurado and Rosie Thomas last night at Tractor Tavern. Geez…I haven’t been in that place since I was in Ashes To Ashes with Sam Vance. We played acoustic there back in like 1991. Wow. Thing was I didn’t realize it until I was in there. It was strange. Rosie was hilarious. She would talk in this mouse-like voice and then when she sang…WOW. Damien was great. Guess this is his last show in like a year because of upcoming baby and whatnot. I have a lot of respect for that. Good for that guy. It was one of those nights where I saw people that I like that I don’t see that often. Had to kind of drag myself though the whole d-vorce saga with a few of them. That’s always fun. Seeing that show last night inspired me to work more on these solo songs I’ve been writing. I hope that I can record some of them in the new year.
My computer majorly jacked up on me today at work…which wasted a good portion of my day. Luckily things are back in working order. Ciao.
I swear, I am such a damn sissy. I was watching my new Sarah McLachlan “Mirrorball” DVD (which is amazing, by the way) and I almost cried at several points during the concert. I have never had the pleasure of seeing her live, but I will stop at nothing to see her the next time she comes to Seattle. She is INCREDIBLE and her performance was just flawless. It was so inspiring.
Anyway, I was pointed in the direction of a message board today where a kid said that he met me and I was an immature jerk. Fresh! I guess I’m officially famous though. I was called names on a message board on the internet. Oh, I’m sure it’s not the first time. It was just so surreal to see it there.
Maybe this will offend some people, but those WTO protestors were a bunch of idiots. How would they feel if I came over to their house and threw chairs through the window of their apartment and spraypainted on the sides of their houses. What makes it ok for them to do that? There were other protestors (Methodists, AFLCIO, etc.) who managed to stage marches that were peaceful and fine. Good for those people. I support their right to do that and they made a point and got media coverage. Was it really necessary to break windows and deface property at nearly every downtown business right in the middle of the holiday season when downtown is SO nice and fun to go walk around in? Ugh. My friend Delores and I went up for an hour one day last week to be lookie-lu’s. It was entertaining…but then it made me so irritated. I mean, there was a guy standing right next to me spraypainting the middle of the street and nobody was doing anything. It was crazy. Ok…thanks..I just had to get that off my chest. You may resume normal programming now.
Anyway, I’m recovering pretty well here. I’m off…
It’s nights like tonight that I have to wonder about my new life. Surgery was a success. I seem to recovering alright. My throat feels weird. Makes me wonder if it’s something caused by the medication. I am already tired of toast and saltine crackers…yogurt and pudding. But, anything else is too risky at this point in the game. I did have a bit of frozen yogurt and that was good. The drugs really knocked me on my ass today. My afternoon batch knocked me out for about 5 hours. Anyway…back to wondering about my new life. I just sit here sometimes alone in my house, watching TV or movies or whatever and the fact that I am utterly alone sort of bums me out. I am, by nature, a social person. I don’t mind alone time. I like it quite a bit. Just not too much of it. So, while everybody is out and about doing their Friday nite whatever…here I am plunking away at the computer…watching movies…alone. What can you do. This is the 9th month of my separation. I’m getting used to it in my own way I suppose. Although the beginning of the holiday season brings to mind so many things…memories…of the past 7 years. Early on a good friend told me to “create new memories” and that’s what I’ve spent a good portion of my time doing. I’m just trying to move forward as fast as I can. I don’t know what else to do. It’s like a self preserving animal instinct to survive, to re-build. What else is there? I just watched the movie 200 Cigarettes…about people searching for and “finding” love on New Year’s Eve in New York. I must admit I’ve grown semi-cynical about love. I wonder if I will ever find it again or if it will find me. There’s no telling. I wonder if I’m opening myself up to much. This is, after all, on the internet for anybody to read. Is it bad that my life is so transparent? I’ve been working on a new song…”there’s an angel, holding a lamp to my heart. lighting the way to a fire i forgot how to spark” is a line from it. I know God will lead the way if I will let Him. And it sounds sound empty and trite to say that but I do believe it. This too shall pass. Another night of sleep…to dream…and to face another day…alone. Goodnight.