Tuesday, August 31, 2004

Why You Wont Be Hearing All About H2C Just Yet

First Leg

Night runner in vest waiting at the relay point

I just wrote a huge post about the Hood To Coast Weekend and it got fucked out of existance by the browser wars on my computer....

With incredible restraint I am going to step away from the computer and put my seething rage to good use by salting slugs in the yard.

Good night.

Friday, August 27, 2004

That Morning...

WOW, the sky is clear and blue and cant even remember raining!

Thursday, August 26, 2004


It is pouring rain, has been pouring rain for a week now. Everyone is acting like its winter, ordering hot soup and hot tea, coats and take-out... then the rain stops for an hour and it gets hot like August again. They don't have this problem elsewhere. They don't confuse a summer rain storm with winter if winter means eight inches of snow. But when the temperature variances barely register and rain is all we know, well then, the confusion is understandable.

Regardless, the race goes on. Hood To Coast starts tomorrow rain or shine. Wet clothes worsen chafing, sun causes burns and dehydration. This storm is anything but temperate, I am not convinced that it will blow over. I would hope for cool, overcast, dry and breezy but I rarely get my way in these matters.

I am overjoyed though. Really. Anita is on her way here, already in the air probably. We leave for Mt. Hood tomorrow morning. Our start time is 2 in the afternoon.

Think of me at 4am. I will be running past abandoned gas stations and overgrown fields.

Wednesday, August 25, 2004

jin·go : One who vociferously supports one's country, especially one who supports a belligerent foreign policy; a chauvinistic patriot.

One of Portland's weekly local rags, The Mercury printed this letter to the editor last week:


HEY MERCURY: The Navy Blue Angels fly F-18 Hornets not F-16 Falcons ["My, What a Busy Week," Aug 12]! That just goes to show what a bunch of ignoramuses you all are! And yeah, war is shitty, but you lefties are a real danger to our society. The only thing these radical towel heads understand is death and destruction. So that's what we're giving them--DEATH AND DESTRUCTION. Remember, to them we are all infidels! It doesn't matter what political party, sexual orientation, or religion you belong to--they want to behead you because you're an American!


We live in the best country (despite our flaws) in the world! You better wake up and thank God you live here. And that we have a president that has some BALLS! Unlike the last one who got his balls licked in the OVAL (oral) OFFICE!

P.S. I am not a redneck, and thank you for letting me rant. Nothing personal.


This week, they printed a response from one of their readers.


DEAR "TOWEL HEAD" TIM: I'm from New York and was there when the towers went down. As I wept uncontrollably for a month, I blamed simple-minded assholes like you for what happened. You ignorant fucks are the dead weight that has dragged this nation into an educational stupor. Your complete lack of awareness and an inability to place 9/11 in the larger context places a good amount of blame squarely on your shoulders.

When I smelled that acrid bloody air and heard the jets you so love flying through the air, I couldn't hate the terrorists as I was busy hating you. I've waited too long to say this, but fuck all of you who remotely agree with Tim. You're the collective albatross that has relegated this nation to mediocrity. I hope you and your family, and all your friends get the most excruciating cancer around. You fucking well deserve it, you useless cunts.



I remember where I was when I found out the towers had been struck. I think I was the last person in North America to find out. Jason and I were on a weekend bike tour of the Three Capes about 70 miles south of our home. We camped at Cape Lookout State Park in the Hiker/Biker campsites. There was no electricity in that part of the campground. On the morning of September 11th we packed our tents and gear onto the back of our bikes and headed home.

In Tillamook at a coffee shop, almost noon, I was reading that days headlines which were, for the seventh day in a row, about two police officers who had been killed by a teenager who fell asleep at the wheel. It was a big ticket item because he was an outstanding young man, a straight A student, a church going, baseball playing, hard studying nonpotsmoking leader in his youth community heading to Eugene for Freshman orientation at U of O (I think).

That days newspaper had been printed too early and they, like me had missed the boat. I made some snort about the excessive coverage, and how journalists love to suck tragedy dry and some British tourists said WELL YEAH, WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL BE ON THE FRONT PAGE TOMORROW and I said I'M SURE IT WILL BE LIKE, FIVE MORE DAYS OF THESE COPS and they looked at me funny and then looked at me funny again and then told me some planes had hit the towers and I thought they meant like in Godzilla where a tiny crop duster crumples its wings on the Empire State Building.

Anyway, I digress. Once I understood the scope of things, and saw for myself what had transpired I remember thinking exactly two things...
1. I cringe for every remotely Middle Eastern looking American today, and
2. I hope to god America wakes up and is willing to acknowledge their own complicity in this state of affairs.

I know no one cares about what went through my head that day, I am sure plenty of people were thinking the same thing. But I just gotta say, it is nice to see my sentiments summed up so perfectly.

Monday, August 23, 2004

Kerry Caravan

Unfortunately all that night I had suffered a wicked bout of insomnia that kept me up till 730 in the morning. I just couldnt get out of bed at 9... though, after my alarm went off I wasnt very sucessful at going back to sleep either.
Really, I just zombied out for a few days pinging off walls and other immovable objects, warping space and time.

But that morning I did have the best of intentions to go and see John Kerry down in Waterfront park with the thousands of other supporters. Bush was in town that day too, but in a private business meeting out in the suburban swank of monied Portland.

Yesterday when I was out running I began to count yard signs and bumperstickers after about the 7th mile. There were 33 for Kerry and one, lone, faded Bush/Cheney 2000 sticker on the back of a rusted out camoflage van. Incidentally, the Bush family was out in the yard hollering at each other in a very unbecoming manner.

I got home and laid out under the fan, woke up to the pouring rain and didnt know what that sound was, felt the sluggish surge of blood in the ventricles of my heart and just couldnt move. It occures to me that I will have a badbadbad case of the blues in the days following the Marathon. Real bad. I might cry. I'll just have to make sure there are more dominoes to knock down.

Saturday, August 21, 2004


Gearing up for a 12 mile training run. Food feels like cement in my belly...such an inconvenience.
I gotta go chill out, watch the Olympics for a half hour or so.... but in every other way I am so ready for this run. It is even comfortably overcast outside, a fortituous departure from consecutive days of clear blue 90+ heat.

Thursday, August 19, 2004

Rollerskate Skinny Tech Team

Computer Genius and all-around Good Guy (photo posted w/o permission)

You are a bottomless well of knowledge and a tireless humanitarian. I am forever indebted to you.

Thanks again L...
If you are ever deafened or need a running coach I will be able to repay you in kind. Until then I am afraid I will have to send chocolates.

When I said my computer died, I mean, died DEAD. I know I am given to bouts of hysterical hyperbole but really, it was smoking and in less time then it took to ship the monster back and forth L built me a new computer with a few spare fans and motherboards and overclocked chips he had laying around and sent it back with all my files intact plus the generous gift of an extended music collection. I never claimed to deserve the company of wonderful people who grace me with their kindness but I will brag about it.

Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Eight Hours Driving For A Fifteen Hour Visit

Chispas De Muerte

Sam called me. WE'RE ALL HERE, YOU SHOULD BE HERE TOO. WE'RE LIKE THE FOUR DIRECTIONS WITHOUT ONE OF THE DIRECTIONS. Sometimes the planets align. Sometimes we are all on the same continent, in the same country, state, city... in the same car zooming towards murky waters and old graveyards, bright futures and inaccessable waterfalls.


Chispas De Muerte
Saint John of the Cross

Not really cannonized, probably never will be.

Tuesday, August 17, 2004

Some Things Are Better Left Alone

Covered Bridge Bicycle Tour in Albany

Besides getting into a political argument, fuming and wanting to go home after the ride, the trip was pleasant. It was the first bike tour for my 14 year old nephew who hasn't yet learned how to pace himself for endurance and lagged quite a bit at the end of the 70 mile ride.

...am volunteer phone-banking two evenings next week to atone for the ideological poo-poo of my immediate family. Thank God for my Ma cause I cant make up for everybody.

Monday, August 16, 2004

New Computer

I am totally enthralled by Ian Thorpe, the Australian Gold Medalist in the mens 200m freestyle.

And besides that I cant sleep at all cause the Portland marathon is less then six weeks away and I have spent almost a year preparing for this.

And so I have been doing headstands on those nights, and think I may start trying handstands. But I am also scared that I am under prepared, and maybe I would be able to sleep if I was training harder. So now I run during the day and go to the gym for an hour or two in the evenings. I went out and bought the heartrate monitor and all the cardio equipment at the gym has receivers for the transmitter so when I walk past the row of machines they all start flashing my heartrate. My heartrate never got so much attention before. Neither did my heart. Everyone exercising near me is in good shape.

The bridge...thats my other 4am contortion.

-Goodbye ill-fitting pants
-Pioneer Graveyard
-Hiking in platform shoes
-Have tuning-fork, will travel
-4 covered bridges in 70 miles by bike
-Hood To Coast
-Building a new bar
-New Things about old friends
-Meteor Showers
-some pictures

Tuesday, August 10, 2004


Haven't had the chance to disabuse you of the notion that I am curled up fetal and sucking my thumb. Though I had a streak of irritating events yes... did I mention that I washed and dried a tube of lipstick with my clothes? Maddening!

But we are in the midst of another heat wave and life goes on. There are rivers and secret tea gardens and though my brain feels totally fried I still have good dreams and pointless stories to tell.

Yesterday I made a funny pickling concoction of habanero peppers, jalapeno peppers and carrots in rice wine vinegar in the hopes that I would have a jar full of spicy carrots. But that night I got home and the carrots were merely vinegar-y so I ate a few raw jalapenos and went to bed. Seemed like a good idea to me. Fuckin' hot!

This morning I woke up with an odd bump on the roof of my mouth and when I ran my tongue over it with my mouth closed (created a bit of a vacuum I gather) it disappeared!

It was a blister that I popped and swallowed! Is that even possible? I bet its totally a psychosomatic blister. Wow!

UGH... My craving for spicy food is totally disproportionate to my physical tolerance for it. BUT I WILL GO HOME TONIGHT AND DO IT AGAIN.

Thursday, August 05, 2004

I Give Up

My computer keeled over and died today. There was burning circuits and smoke and a great sadness has set in. My cat is still gone and I am at Kinko's right now to print a picture off this site so I can make missing-kitty posters but I just want to crawl under the couch and curl up with the dust bunnies. Tell me it will be alright.....

Monday, August 02, 2004

Disappointments and Appointments

Sandy River with my friend Stefan

I feel like this blog is a huge emotional vortex lately cause I walk around blogging traffic jams and bent keys in my head, stubbed toes and scratched sun glasses and horse laughs and tender moments.... I want to tell you everything and in a way, regardless of what gets to the page, I am...

But my cat is gone, has not come back yet.
I wuv you wittle kitty....

And lately I am just a total slob facing financial disaster... or it feels that way.

But on the plus side I got 123/150 in my HTML class which is a Pass/NOPass class only, and that is pretty good considering I didn't even get credit for the first two projects and that I got myself into trouble with the teacher twice....

And on the plusser side, there are wee volunteer sunflowers growing along the back fence from where I scattered birdseed...

And I am on the Hood To Coast team, along with my sister-in-law Anita which is great cause she is a sad and lonely girl in Montana while my brother goes through simulated drills with simulated insurgents in Texas-soon-to-be-Iraq and did I tell you that they got married before he left? And when I called her to invite her to run she jumped for joy.

But I feel like I have hit a wall training and I want a heart-rate monitor so bad I almost went and charged one this morning but then I opened my credit card bill and that brought all joy to a screeching halt.

So I decided I need a patron, support my art. I only need a paltry $2000/mo. or so. I also paint and draw and hold forth on interesting subjects when inspired. I could do so much more but my acrylics are drying up in the tubes and my writing is snippets and my heart-rate is not being monitored....


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