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Life: Ten Years to the Day

Today marks my tenth year writing on this site. I recall fairly clearly walking down Main Street in Richmond, Va., with Tripp. We were headed to get lunch at the deli on the corner I think and had gotten to talking about the interesting things in life. That’s when he invited me to write for this site. At the time, I found it interesting but wasn’t immediately compelled to start writing.

Sometimes we all sail through periods of life where the story, the plot, becomes really hard to see.

Then the unthinkable happened and I had words just pouring out of me. I needed a place to put them all. And here is this gift, this ongoing gift that Tripp gave to me on that sunny walk all those years ago. Now this site is an archive of hundreds of my thoughts, my days, my emotional highs and lows. Even now I find myself flipping back through a year or seven, thumbing my way through the entire kaleidoscope of life experiences from births to deaths and everything in between.

And it is in this that I wonder at human expression. Why wouldn’t everyone want to write about the important moments, brief or long, that happen in their lives, to create an enduring record? Certainly, many millions post on Facebook or Twitter, but what becomes of that? Where do we leave our legacy? In the text messages of phones we’ll eventually upgrade? Scattered among the chaff of status updates or hash tags?

What becomes of us when we no longer can recall our stories?

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Links: Human Breast Milk Ice Cream … dammit

Tripp, you just couldn’t stay focused to see this dream to fruition, could you? Sigh. Looks like now you’ll have to fly to Britain to get your questions answered…

Breast Milk Ice Cream

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‘our love is insane’

I’m listening to old Italian disco from the 1970s. It’s not quite as bombastic as I would prefer, given the genre, but we can’t always have everything.

Last night a bunch of us finally got together (since R’s return), for burritos and drinks and cards. We sat outside on our balcony until it was so dark we had to light candles to see the cards (and still failed). It turns out that John doesn’t know how read train schedules.

Thus, I ended up driving him up El Camino, literally chasing the train, trying to beat it to a stop before it go there. It didn’t work and we ended up camping out at the Nut House for drinks for an hour, helping him kill time before the next train came.

I’m amazed at the level of comfort I feel in my life right now; it feels strangely balanced. This all seems amazingly silly to type out, but 1. I want to get something up and posted today and 2. it’s all true. I am not easily content; I get restless easy. And right now, this week, I feel like I’m getting a good mix of life. My only complaint is that I haven’t had quite enough time for projects at home (and I still haven’t used my meditation pillow). Otherwise, please mark on your calendar that Tripp was mostly content this week.

Also, completely unrelated but a reward for reading the above:

Go to Pandora. Make a station based on House of Pain’s ‘Jump Around.’ Play this station in every meeting and every activity where other people are around. Note that the station will play: Naughty By Nature, Beastie Boys, Mase, Jay Z, Biggie, Kriss Kross, Will Smith and a bunch of other 90s commercial rap.

Also note: this is probably the greatest thing ever. I can personally attest to improving the moods in at least 3 meetings by playing it in the background. No one can withstand the cheese nostalgia of 90s rap.

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‘and then it happened’

i haven’t posted regularly in a long time.

i took out the garbage on friday morning, before chris was set to visit the apartment. i ran out of garbage bags last week and decided, being the earth-conscious person i am, to use the biodegradable corn-based bags we use in the bedroom trashcan.

here is a hint:
when you place food, dead flowers and other compostable elements into a biodegradable bag for a couple of weeks, it will more than likely biodegrade.

i lifted the bag out of the trashcan and the bottom fell off the bag. the trash went with it.

it was in the kitchen and not a huge pain to clean up (another biodegradable bag and a quick pass with the dirt devil).

chrispy was here for the weekend, which was fun but low-key. i felt guilty we didn’t do more, though there seemed to be a lot of hanging out, watching tv and drinking. these aren’t bad things, just a little less ‘doing’ than i seem used to these days.

the herve – ghetto bass mix cd is amazing. if you like herve’s sound, this is primo. and the rest of you, the ones wondering what i’m talking about: itunes link. (it’s cheap but it’s the clean version. use your own discretion, as amazon doesn’t seem to carry the domestic version.) i ‘m not even sure what genre this stuff falls into — it’s not breaks, not house, it’s almost the successor to big beat…it’s this whole chunky beat, throw-back to 90s rave but better.

if i can’t make you buy it, at least check out the two essential mixes (1 and 2) that he has done. those are free, yo.

and then buy the buraka som sistema – black diamond album. itunes has it, amazon only has the physical cd. (this one comes thanks to chrispy. well worth a listen and totally unlike anything you’ve heard.)

it got cold again, which is a bummer. i actually checked the weather this morning.

i had a dream last night about lifecasting. steve mann was in it; i was at a conference. unsurprisingly, but perhaps ironically, the conversation was about using life-casting to be accepted by others. which, really, if you’re going to wander around with a camera on your head, you have a hurdle to overcome from the get-go.

hey, it beats the dreams i was having a month ago.

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The Pillory, Spring 95 cover

Tripp,

Q: How did you spend one part of your freshman year of college?

A: Posing for suspect satire magazine covers.

The Pillory, Spring 95

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not really a state of the union

i’ve been quiet, very very quiet, for a few weeks. it’s for a number of factors and reasons. you can probably guess most of them. this post isn’t about 80% of them. it’s about the 20% that i’ve been heads down on since about feb, working heads down on.

80,155.

the words in my new novel. that’s done. as of today. (at least as a draft that i’m willing to share with people. it’s what i want it to be. we will see if it’s what i need it to be once i get some other eyes on it.)

for those of you keeping score, it’s #3. #2 got shoved into a drawer. which is for the best. it’ll be back, but it needs some time to simmer. this one, though, this one is different. in every way.

i’m not even ready to give you the title, which is sad to me. i want to share, but i’m not there. soon.

i started this one back in 2005. four years. fours years i’ve lived with these two characters in various ways. four years i have looked at these three days of their lives and thought about them. it’s almost more thought than i’ve given to any of the days i have lived myself.

next week, ill be starting #4. no rest for the wicked. it’ll be fast, comparatively. i like it; it’s been in my head for almost as long as this one, but lives as a bunch of notes at the moment.

wow. i’m kinda amazed at myself. they say most people have a novel in them. that one, for me, was ‘stories for boys’ but i’ve got more. they keep coming. i can’t write as fast as i can imagine. it feels awesome.

i can’t wait to share this one with you.

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live and learn

things i learned while in boston/vermont last week:

  • ‘the grass is green’ line in ‘paradise city’ might actually refer to weed. yes, i’ve only been listening to the song for 22 years and never made that connection until we heard it on the radio driving through vermont.
  • my girlfriend is so attached to me that she will pull me down into snow and ice when she slips and falls on that same ice.
  • you can go home again — i saw my best friend from 9th grade, who i hadn’t seen since 9th grade. aside from the different experiences over the last 18 years, nothing had changed. it’s comforting to see how this can work.
  • the ben and jerry’s factory tour is not worth your time or money. it’s short, marketing saturated and doesn’t teach you much. also, it’s terrifying when you are the skinniest people in the tour group. no, wait, let’s say the only skinny people. also, the tour costs money and you basically get a tiny sample of an existing flavor and a 10 minute talk about the assembly line. (along with a 10 minute marketing movie and the joy of watching b&j commercials while you eat the ice cream you paid for.)
  • waterbury is below burlington, so when driving up and you want to go to waterbury, you should stop there first. as opposed to driving up to burlington and then back down to waterbury. this was a fail on the navigator’s part.
  • the mfa in boston might have amazing art, but they also take the award for worst display/presentation in any museum i have ever been in. the rooms, the lighting, the pieces they display — i could not have been more disappointed.
  • the harvard museum of natural history has cool things, as long as you are into a quarter of the museum being filled with stuffed/mounted animals from the early part of the 20th century. the rest of the museum is pretty cool.
  • when looking for vermont cheese on a farm, here is how you don’t do it: you check the farm’s website and they say they are closed for the winter. you call the farm and the recording says they are closed for the winter. the navigator really wants to go though, so you agree to drive by the farm, just to see. where you see a sign out that says ‘cheese .4 mile’ — which clearly overrides the first two communications about being closed. except your rented car doesn’t have an odometer that measures 1/10s of miles. so you drive a little too far down the road, get stuck behind a tractor and have nowhere to turn around once it becomes painfully obvious you have gone too far. at which point the farmer gets out of said tractor and asks why you are following him. and is nice, but clearly believes the website and phone should have been sufficient to keep us away until they actually had cheese to sell. the sign had been put up that day, clearly a bit prematurely.
  • mud season in vermont isn’t too bad if the ground is totally frozen.
  • one night in a bed and breakfast across the hall from a pastor is enough for tripp.
  • i will still eat my weight in shanghai dumplings if allowed.
  • colt 45 goes better with indian food than sam adams cream stout.
  • there is an intersection in burlington that almost killed us. it’s a 5-way intersection — 2 normal streets intersecting and a one-way street coming in at a 45 degree angle. the driver (me) goes to make a right on red, finds himself about to somehow magically about to turn onto this one way street and panics. so he straightens and pulls through the entire intersection on red. no one honks, squeals or otherwise makes a fuss. and then realizes he just blew through a red light at an active intersection. slight aftermath panic ensues. and then much laughter.
  • boston has a ton of bleach blondes. bad bleach blondes. maybe everywhere does, but it seems more obvious there.
  • trader joes sells an excellent pint of frozen yogurt. that is slightly bitter — it really is frozen yogurt.
  • fairfax, vt is boring, but it appeared that saint albans might really know how to party.
  • my friend from 9th grade is building his own house. singlehandedly. while living in a finished apartment above his garage, with his wife. he has been doing this since july and is already up to wiring the house. even after being there and talking to him, i can’t fathom this. as much as i want to grow my own food and be self-sustaining, it has never occurred to me to build my own house.

there are more, i’m sure. but this is a good start at least.

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