My Street

My room.

View from the top of the street (note Golden Gate Br.)

View from the top of the street.

Happy Birthday Melissa!

Everybody meet Eliza, the lady-cruiser I finished for Mel's birthday:


a little steel wool and she'll be good as new!

Sunday Night Lights IV

We defeated an admirably gracious bunch on Sunday, to the tune of 26-0. Since there is no mercy rule in Co-ed B League Softball we relied on the clemency of our hearts to bring the lop-sided game, and our fantastic regular season, to an end.

Once again we find ourselves atop the heap, this time with a well-earned (maybe) hall-pass to the second round of playoffs.

Regular season record: 4-0-0

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Despite hiking the loop in reverse (it makes a difference in this case), Bald Mountain at Sugarloaf Ridge State Park is a surprisingly neat excursion. Thanks to Erin for this and the other wonderful days in Santa Rosa.

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The weirdly benign stress that has been accumulating over the past week-plus is coming to a head, and what's stranger is the way it manifests itself. With the job hunt becoming infinitely more real (and really twisted) and an onslaught of birthdays, special days, and days to get things done I've found myself organizing and cleaning and being generally productive at hours that belie my truly exhausted state. I've wanted to go to bed for the past four hours but I just can't. Save me!

Sunday Night Lights III

0 outs
1 walk
1 single
1 double
1 catch
2 assists
2 runs

Sunday's game was a walk in the park. Seriously. I didn't have to run once.

The photo below was taken by me, yesterday, on our picnic in the park. Click it to zoom and you will find that the blurry object in the center is a goose. A very angry Canadian Goose, chasing the photographer. If you don't know (I didn't), those things run fast and even take flight in an attempt to drive you away from their goslings. And if they catch you? Beaked to death.

shit was scary!

amiright??

Lars and the Real Girl is truly a work of art. To make a film about a troubled man and his sex doll companion is ridiculous, but for it to be fantastic, empathetic and even tasteful? Well, that's crazier.

click it to big it

Ducks are gross and when they approach you it's creepy. Baby ducks are cute and when they attack you it's adorable.

Sunday Night Lights

Our IM softball team won our opening game in wondrous fashion, showing both commanding athleticism and easy style. Certainly a portent of things to come.

I was thinking, and bear with me: Free Darko proves, with buckets of words, that basketball is indeed a transcendent game. The tired "basketball-as-jazz" argument presented in language as free-wheeling and psychological as the game itself, it has in no small way reformed and cemented my love of the game. Baseball, though, has never needed a single word to convince anybody of its transcendence (whose disparate elements words can only tie together so well, besides). Really, it's in the way baseball is lived, its dependence on so much more than the 18 players. The way it brings fans to a common level, regardless of generation or background, and how we enjoy the moment, the day, the summer, the season-- instead of simply watching the show. Spectacle does not a ballgame make, and it's this understanding which surrounds the game with the unique, slow wonder that we share when experiencing baseball, no matter in which capacity.

Record: 1-0-0

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A gift for those who made it through that last paragraph: a few new photos at Flickr.

Photostream

I have a Flickr account now. There are only a few photos up at the moment, and I'll let you know when I post more. Check out the Big Sur set for a glimpse into my WiLD sPRinG BReAk 2K8!!!

My first real job interview is tomorrow (today)-- eek!