I forgot how much Crash hates acoustic guitars.

his raging yell in the second picture says it all.

If anything a baby being brought into the crew will boost crew excitement 10 fold. I don't know why it means that the future is scary. Babies bring in the PVs (positive vibes) like no one else knows how. Lets all get younger, and resuming shotgunning where we left off. 

Blog baby

seeing morning sickness written onscreen made me realize just now that holy shit there is going to be a crewbaby.

do you think we can still shotgun beers and punch roof of car and listen loudly and lovingly to kate bush when there's a crew baby in the crewmobile?

Ooof, the future is scary

all i want to do is move to the mountains of tennessee and have babies and a farm, and play banjo and be barefoot, and make my own wine and be on my own time. i dont think you can get this with a bachelor of the arts degree. but i just want braids and a goat named willadeene.

morning sickness is good for you. it fights off toxicity.

I had to make a custom cal to the air port reserving all the carry on car-GO room they had, I'm bringing that many vibes back. I had a weird dream before I left that when i was flying out of san fran the plane did a nose dive into the water. Lets hope the vibes keep the plane a float in real life. I can't wait, we gonna to re-wire the crew.

People are nice here. I was going to say people are 'nicer' here, but I am not quite in the position to make a generlization of that sort. Seeing how the bike I borrowed yesterday got ripped off, even though it was locked up. I think that this won't be that big of an issue cause it was an old one with flat tires that i found in the shed and it is one of those heavy duty mountain bikes. But anyhow, the space where niki lives is called ABCo and it is a huge and amazingly inspiring collective warehouse space. They have an art gallery, a studio for every person who lives here, a shop with welding stuff, and a huge kitchen full of bright and happy people and a show space. Everyone is into taking about "positive vibes" and keeping everyone's mood up in general. at first I was akward to this sort of behavior because I am used to people being stand-off-is in oly. I feel like people are more concerned with being the 'right oppinion' or life style and less concerned with tying and mending the various groups of four or five people together, to feel big and real. people seem happier and the sun is out and spring is here full force, year round and there is garbage and stealing everywhere. but there is a different and intresting kind of safety I find in this.

also, my imaginary child http://www.flickr.com/photos/slidenight/ just got a little sister named Pepper Lou. Oh, my god, I need to steal these happy hip middle class lives!

its funny because i am also working fulltime as a grownup but getting far less money and respect. Policy is more important than the nations future generation, dont you know, just like so many officepeople I know who care about Rules more than Playtime.

the sun rose while I rode down the hills on the forty-five, the yellow glow lit up my fellow workers sleepy eyes and it made them look less tired. i got off the bus and it was colder than I thought it would be. walking up to the government is my favorite part of my day; i peer into windows and shops to see who is awake. the smell outside of wagners is usually sugary enough to make my ears hurt. there is a painting of a woman reclining on a tiger for sale in an always closed vintage shop, there's something about it that I like but the price is not appealing.

I don't know how I became such a grownup so quickly, or what the hell I am doing here. Today I am wearing my Where's Waldo shirt and my sharp black pants and no one is here yet. I haven't been judged yet for the day and I am happy about that. some other session aides invited me out to lunch and I guess I am going with them. Whatever will we talk about? Our various ways of getting to work in the morning? The sunrise? Wackncheese.blogspot.com? Boyfriends? Senators? Democracy?

I'm bored again, it's only 8:23 and i have so much left of this day.

spring break is needed. why is it that heads feel so small when hung over? breathing is very stale and the air feels the same going in and going out. I had a dream that my plane crashed into the sea when I was leaving san fran, luckily this did not happen when arriving in oakland. I sat between two lovely people, the woman on my right seem very terrified of flying while the man on the right was a flying ace, he flies to oakland every few weeks to spend time with his lady. He lives in seattle and thinks it very boring. the sun was glaring when I got off the plane and everything has been moving at a tremendous pace.

Tis Spring Break across the country and Evergreen Admissions is hopping. Daily I have been host of exciting enamoring tours, to those hopeful and helpful enough to aspire to a one-day Greener status. As I plundered through the rain yesterday with my makeshift name tag and longly sprained ankle, I realized it was exactly this setting, an overcast Winter Quarter Eval week 3 years ago, that I first set foot upon T-E-S-C soil.And every single tour I've gone on there have been Minnesotans-TWO DIFFERENT PARTIES OF SUCH this morning alone, two of the girls Perpich graduates! Ah! THIS COULD BE ME! Who is being shaken up out of themselves the way that I once was? And more importantly, which goofy sweet freshman boy is getting laid this time!? Its good to be alive. Who needs a spring break anywayz.

been mainkin huge sandwhiches. 

RIP BLOG:
BACK TO REAL LIFE SCOOT!

Trigger Happy; but still silent.

There has been no crew up lately. This creates distractions that pertain to each. Maybe riding in a car was what truly bonded us together. I guess bike rides can be personable as well, but they usually are not quite the same. Hanging out requires little effort and is comforting. Acting outside this area can become isolating if there is no social 'end' in sight. Maybe we should start formulating a tagging mission. I am tired of no danger, as staying mobile is what keeps things great. get out of hand, no more thinking that your answers are the answer.

A Poem to Atone.

O dearest blog,
where hast thou been?
Locked inside
A winter's Den
I don't know how;
I don't know when
I left you in
this rubbish bin.

My sincere apology for neglecting the blog is here, finally. I haven't been all that motivated for online entertainment and documentation since the mac book incident. computers are silly.