Sunday afternoon and it's grey and raining in Portland. A respite from the heat of last week. I watched Ran earlier this afternoon. Excellent. Very beautiful. This morning was spent watching Boogie Nights. Awful, okay it some enjoyable moments, but nonetheless, trash. It's been an enjoyable weekend, except that I haven't seen my girlfriend enough, but then that hardly seems possible. Time to get back to something more productive.

It's too early in the morning to be in the library.

It's too early in the morning to be in the library.

Hello all. This morning sees me slowly rising to greet the day to the tunes of "What does your soul look like pt.1" (Preemptive Strike), and "Midnight in a perfect world" (Endtroducing). As might be ascertained from the soundtrack, this is not an, "up and at em" kind of day. No, this day has one of languishment. If only that was a word, but I have a feeling that I am combining morphemes in unacceptable ways. I must say however, that Mr. Shadow combines sounds in a most splendid manner. ITunes has moved its way on to Orgon Donor (the extended overhaul mix) and my tush feels as though it wants hop right out this lazy-boy, toss my laptop to the side, and "rock the funky beat". Okay, so I haven't had enough sex lately. Kitty, my wonderful girlfriend, is currently residing in a different state. I'm stuck here in Portland and she's all the way up in Seattle. All I've got is her...I'm not going to say what she left me to keep me company. Well, I think it's time for breakfast (now that the clock is in the pm), I will probably write more when I am next trying not to do what I should be doing.

Another day of work is over and I've been listening to "Moment of Truth" (Gang Starr (thank again Chris W)) and trying to organize my life; the perpetual struggle. Excuse the incorrect semicolon usage. Today the steps are small. After a finish relaxing I plan to organize the area that is my room. I'd have put that is quotes, but I hate quotes. Overused, essentially abused, at this point devoid of any proper meaning, so....okay I exagerate, and this rant ends here. (capital period if such a thing existed) This evening will probably see some reading and perhaps a movie. If I feeling ambition, I may sit down and try to watch 8 1/2 (Fellini). Otherwise I may go for some heartwarming entertainment from Kubrick. Reading will be the Linguistics textbook, THE Economist, and perhaps I'll break out the Sanskrit.

Hope y'all are well. I still am pretty sure no one reads this. Perhaps that's because no one knows about it (sauf Carl, Jedd, Ben). :)

God damn, God damn. Most of you who will be reading this all ready know this but, God Damn DJ Premier is good. I've been listening to a little mix prepared by my good friend Chris (W) recently and my head always get bobbing just a little bit more when Premier's instrumental gets going. I'm going to go back to my 19th century French litterature research with a smile on my face, and a bit of a groove going while I sit on this chair.

Okay, so while I let my stomach do some work digesting the IHOP split decision (don't ask) I recently consumed, I'll meander my way through the memories of the last few days.
This past weekend, and I spent a wonderful weekend at Birch Bay. We went up Friday night after spending a couple hours in our new (and first) apartment. I believe the poker and drinking began the first evening. It was very nice to be playing with Parker, Jedd, and Chris again. Kitty did well for her first time out. Some beer was drunk, much shit was exchanged (in the verbal form), and generally through all the viscitudes, a good time was had by all. Hot dogs, Hot dogs, Hot dogs; along with oodles of vodka, Baci (clothed and naked, replete with spankings for the losers), swimming in the skibbies, and Kings (the drinking game (more nudity here)), that pretty much sums up Saturday. Oh, how could I have forgotten soccer. An excellent match, I believe the chinaman and the halfer beat out the white trash. MVP goes, hands down, to Kristina Gestaldo.
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Hello,

Wonderful day today. Spent a couple of hours out on the water on the Velocitas with Adam, Jedd, Sharon, and Kitty. Sunny and windy, couldn't really ask for better. We had to slab-reef the main, all of us got very wet, and our skin a little darker, and I'm still scratching salt off of my scalp. A very good first sail for Kitty.

Tomorrow Kitty and I will head back to Portland. Hopefully we will pick up the key to our apartment while passing through Seattle.

That's it for tonight and for my fist blog. I can't seem to organize my thoughts into anything that will pass through my consciousness and into coherent sentences, too much sun perhaps.


Wine stuff
Finally drank the vin santo that I brought back from Italy a few years ago. It was very interesting, if perhaps a little over the hill. I can't really give details as I don't know them (or remember them). What little I do know: vintage = 1992, Occio Pernice, Chianti Classico district,