It was a wonderful and exhausting weekend.
I wish I had a digital camera; I want to put up pictures of everything I saw and everything I did. I spent the weekend pretty much constantly in Chris' company, and that was very good for me and very comfortable. I don't want this entry to turn into a recounting of the weekend, but both of us spent time with FezGirl and her sweetie and her daughter, and that went better than I could have hoped. We all hit it off really well, which is a very good thing, in my book.
We also went to the annual Cacophony Society Inanimate Object Bungee Jump and Donner Party Memorial "Tastes Like Chicken" Barbecue. Basically, the idea is that people bring stuff to a bridge in Ravenna Park, and we attach things to big bungee cords and heave them over the side. The bridge goes over a pathway, but we used the side that didn't have a pathway on it, and of course we checked every time we threw stuff over that there weren't hapless pedestrians underneath.
We got there a trifle late, but things were really starting to warm up as we arrived. The first thing we tossed over was a stuffed dragon in a milk crate box. Other things that went over included a picture frame (my contribution), a bad oil painting, a toaster oven, and a pumpkin (which went over a number of times before the bungee slipped off of it and it smashed in the mud below).
My favorite objet de bungee, though, had to be the gold-painted ceramic figure of a Scotsman. This handsome and functional (if you count holding packed mud as a function) foot-high sculpture was tied to the cord and ceremonially dropped over the edge. It bounced most satisfyingly, coming up under the bridge to smack against a support girder or two. It did come back--minus a head and shoulders.
Oh, and the Scotsman dropped his load, too. Came back with all of the mud knocked out of him.
The cops came by and gave us a talking-to, which was fun. They were very much the responsible parents, pointing out how what we were doing was dangerous, etc, yadda yada yadda. We were all done with the bungee jump by that time, though, so the cops were just frosting. As one of the organizers said, "We finally got the cops to come! Yeah!"
Later that night, we went to see Henry Rollins do spoken word, and that was a great time as well. It was just a really good weekend.
One of the things that Henry Rollins talks about is the need to go out in the world, to see what there is to see and really appreciate the amazing variety of life everywhere.
I'm like that, a lot—travel is an adventure, whether I'm going to Florida or California or even for some time in the Midwest, where the stars are low and bright at night and you feel like you've got all the time in the world.
no, I can't just pop over and do a show in Moscow...but I can take the train up to Vancouver for the day. I might never get to India but I can intensively explore my own city.
Just go out and live. Read everything, see as much as you can, fill yourself up with experience and then write down how you feel about it.
that's how I'd like to live.
Chris takes good pictures of me. There should be an entry up tomorrow with more pictures, but I thought I'd share the one I put on the server yesterday morning.
(click for bigger version)More will be coming, later. possibly tonight, if I elect to play on the computer rather than clean. (But Madstop really needs a cleaning. Really, really, really.)
Best reason to look at Weblogs:
Because if you find one you like, it's a gold mind of stuff to look at on a daily basis.
how goes the war?
today, we sallied forth and captured curried chicken. Much celebration was in order.
