July 5, 2010

daniel talsky is the sweet snob

daniel talsky is the sweet snob now

daniel talsky is the sweet snob

November 23, 2009

I'm curious.

I still get weird fan mail for old entries sometimes, but does anyone actually subscribe to / check here anymore?

October 14, 2009

the power of fan mail

Someone found the tinyblog googling for tortellini the other day, and found me on facebook to send me the first-in-a-goddamn-long-time fan mail.

She told me about her blog, with a hilarious post about her first goatherding experience.

So, I decided to maybe, possibly do a tinyblog post every once in a while.

It's hard because now I've got a girlfriend I have to be careful not to embarrass by writing "interesting" personal stories. It's amazing how difficult that makes it to write the tinyblog.

September 19, 2008

instant message to an it contractor who's been dodging my question

a) Yes, I checked in those shell scripts we were talking about and forgot I did, now all the running executables that serve an [Product] function are checked into CVS for sure.

b) Yes, I checked in those shell scripts, but I think there's probably still some floating out there and investigation would take a real HelpDesk job handed to me by craig to be worth doing.

c) No, I haven't checked in the shell scripts but I do remember them and will soon.

d) No, I haven't checked in the shell scripts, and although I vaguely remember the conversation, I have no idea what shell scripts I was talking about anymore. Do we really have to deal with this?

e) [Product] is a totally fucked product and I rue the day I ever got involved with it. Can't you just fix some bugs like a nice developer and stop trying to wrangle the horrific mess of an IT situation around this product? It would make my life a lot easier.

August 25, 2008

the end of comments at

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Some of you know this, but I post this blog in two locations. Since 2000 I've had the blog here at This is the main home of the tinyblog.

But, for the last several years, a bunch of my friends had livejournals, and kept an active community there. So, in order to let them easily read the tinyblog, I installed a Movable Type plugin that crossposts all my entries to an exact copy of the tinyblog called tinylj.

Over time, the only people besides my mom and occasional old friend who comments on the main tinyblog are 1 million spammers. Most people who comment, comment to the livejournal, even though the location is the real permanent record of posts.

So, sorry to the occasional person who comments on the main blog, but I'm turning comments off there. No one reads them anyway, so you can just email me at and I can save myself a lot of spam administration.

Thanks to both my tinyblog and tinylj readers... this blog has been an awesome place to tell my stories over the years and I'm sure it will for years to come.

One last note: a lot of people didn't quite get the end of the story of my last post. Grau and I just agreed not to talk about politics anymore, and our friendship has been great. Grau is an awesome guy and he just misunderstood me and I think my post helped him a lot to understand. It was funny, at the time, all of his blog readers commented on his original "our friendship is over" post with resounding "hell yeah!"'s. Only one person told him they thought it was shitty.

Ok, I'll put the 4th wall back in now.

June 6, 2008

i'm moving and i'm cutting off my beard

Bare-faced Daniel photos to come, but here's the only pictures I have of my new place (the craigslist ad I found the apartment on is gone because I already signed the lease).

The view from outside:


The lovely kitchen:


View from the deck:


The wee living toom:


May 14, 2008

it's been too long

It's been too long since I just wrote what was on my mind. That's how I used to do it back in the day. No record reviews, no photos (I didn't have a digital camera or scanner back in 2000), no tech news (I didn't know any tech but what it took to run a blog), just me thinking aloud and trying to think of whatever wacky shit would get people to read my blog.

I turned 33 and that put some things in perspective. I had some kind of feeling like something was going to go sproing or blow up but it didn't. Some of my girlfriends met each other and my friends, and I drank a lot of rum and helped break Jacob's all-time-hot-tub-capacity-record (old record: 14, new record: 16).

All my old friends from Rockford are my myspace or facebook friends. My mom is like the lone holdout. My mom's going to do bees this year so I'm going back to Rockford in the fall for the honey harvest. Nothing blew up. I just lived a year, and maybe didn't do such a bad job this time. I have few complaints. I give myself like an "Exceeds Expectations". Let's try it again right?

For my upstairs neighbors though, things DID change quite a bit. They've been married for 16 years and just decided to break up. They couldn't handle the planning of the guy's 50th birthday party I guess. That was the final straw.

Ok, some shout outs:

Amanda-K: Damn girl, you've stuck by me. Sure I'll DJ your damn wedding, even if you already have the playlist picked out. Nice owl sketch on your invite.

Amanda-Portland: Karmapa 08! Okay, fine, don't like seafood, even though it's the best thing ever. You're my sangha forever.

Amanda-Work: What a surprise you turned out to be! Glad you're probably gonna get the hell out of dodge. You need a larger ecosystem. Daaamn.

Bri: That's a hell of a boobie cake and I'm down with caramel buttercream from now on. You can hit me with the Alpha Dirty Delta paddle anytime.

Katie Meyer: You got a good man, and you happen to be one of the coolest girls I've ever met. Don't every change. No, I'm kidding, you have to change, but keep being like... an earth-muffin-gone-wild like you are.

Steph: Wow... way to kick up all the old feelings via Facebook. You're old school, right back to goo, pickle. I'm still a fan.

Sodenkamp: Once my partner. Now my friend. It's perfect. I'm glad we make money separately now, cause you're a good friend. Good as in valuable.

Metal Heart: Way to show me the art of mysterious loving. I still don't know what fucking language you're speaking. Is it bearfish? Kittenbear? You still owe me a glass unicorn and some K.B. bling.

David Clees: Hey man, the therapy is pretty funny anyway, even if I'm still a fucker. I hope this is helping, because it's expensive. I think it is.

David T: We invented the Apple Pastorius together and it's still one of my favorite desserts ever. You still listen to Jaco?

L'ellen: Sweet thang. I wish I was as cool as you are when I was 23.

Suki Tsunami: OUUUCHHH. OWWWW.

Lenzini and Wilder: You two help keep my job exciting. I work hard for you! Who else would I bring music, salami and cactuses into work for? I even installed windows live chat on my fricking MAC just so you could draw me a picture of a cactus in a shiny question mark box.

Bougieman: You are the dirtiest man I have ever met. I didn't even know people got so dirty like you. You are bent man. Completely twisted to the core. And yet... you are the sweetest. You make dirty horrible comics forever you beautiful rubberfaced man.

Jesse (James) (With no 'i'): Hug dates rule. I'll tell you how to sell yourself anytime. You are totally salable.

Rachel: Talk about steadfast. I can't come to the fund raiser but I'm damn well coming to the dance.

Blackbraid: You wily man... what did you do with the Daniel we all knew and loved!

Marc from the Dodos: You write real pretty songs.

Okay, that's enough with the shout outs. No one reads this anyway. It's okay, it's just for me. It's actually more private to write on a blog than on Microsoft Word, cause there's so much writing on the web you have anonymity by default. No one cares! Unless they google "dirty comic cactus jaco pastorius earth-muffin-gone-wild" and then I will be the number one hit and they will read with rapt attention.

You know, I still get a lot of hits for "girls arm wrestling" which is evidently a very erotic experience. It wasn't very erotic for me when a girl from my work many years ago beat me armwrestling at a Redmond Azteca and saw me on TV naked except for a rabbit skin jacket.

February 13, 2008

my facebook groups

Join this group, invite all of you friends, and then leave.i dont care how old i am.....i still love Tom & Jerry..:D:dI skip stairs when i go up themMoleskinerieYes . . . I Padiddle Kids Who Hid In Dep't Store Clothing Racks While their Mom Was ShoppingFacebook is an Evil Postmodern Construction Relegating Life to a Video GameDeep Thoughts by Jack HandyHOMESTAR RUNNER!!!Be careful what you say... It may remind me of song that needs to be sung.Curse Your Sudden But Inevitable BetrayalHugs Make the World a Better PlaceI noticed that you're a Badass... I too am a Badass.Fuck All Those Kids That Won't Give The Trix Rabbit His Own Fuckin CerealI think patterns on scantrons are suspiciousI join groups mostly for the thrill of agreeing with the name publicly.Chipotle: Usually When You Roll Something This Good, It's Illegal!Seattle FoodiesBig/Thick Girls and the Guys Who Love Us!!!If this group reaches 100,000 my boyfriend will quit World of WarcraftIf I were an enzyme i would be DNA helicase so i could unzip your genesUnlike 99.99% of the Facebook population, I was born in the 70s.I hate the "celebrity" voices on the FerryLibraries and LibrarianscornerhostYongey Mingyur RinpocheWhen I was your age, Pluto was a planet.Free Rice ChallengeNuns on the RunGo Dietgirl Go!

August 23, 2007

sweet tooth

lik-m-aid was like a stick of semi hard sugar with packets of pixie stick dust to eat them in. It was like a top tier candy for me and my sister.

The caramel candy bars we sold in our middle school. Vicious, addictive. I think I bought my whole box. Caramello is okay, but those things were pure bliss, I had a whole system for eating them.

Mainly now it's just chocolate and chocolate ice cream. And chocolate gelato. I don't hate green tea tiramisu, or regular tiramisu either.

I also love spumoni. Spumoni is the weird bright three layer ice cream they only serve at down home Italian restaurants. Chocolate, cherry and... the green is pistachio supposedly. Neopolitan sucks though as far as I'm concerned. Vanilla, chocolate and strawberry. There's a Simpson's episode where Homer eats out all the chocolate from a quart box of Neopolitan and says, "Marge, we need more chocolate, strawberry and vanilla ice cream!"

If I had to choose though, probably sushi over all of it.

July 25, 2007

i can rap

I want a band called AAA Aardvark. It would be like the phone book entry of band names. Someone would always buy our album because it would be the first item in the stack and more people would notice it.

Or, my rapper name is Anvil Esquire. That would still be in the A's for sure. Maybe my band could be called AAA AArdvark presents Anvil Esquire.

I can rap.

July 23, 2007

what is to be done with the tinyblog

Poor old girl, limping along, hardly anything to say except a photo now and then.

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This one's an old one from not that long after burning man. My man Todd right here made The Crow Bar on the internet. He is the O.G. Drinky Crow. When this motherfucker says The Abyss is Calling..., he means it. I'd take this opportunity to call him a fucking goth, but he might respond by calling me a fucking hippie, and I don't know if I can take that anymore.

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It's been a nice, hot summer.

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Punk rock ferry worker.

I suppose I should redo the categories so people can find the coolest of the old posts. It's on my list. And damn lucky to be there.

April 18, 2007

mother, do you think they'll like this post?

I once had this friend who really liked Pink Floyd, which is cool. He admired how they used layered, but very simple riffs to create moody affecting songs with potent emotional imagery.

But, he had kind of a blind spot.

"Pink Floyd's music isn't depressing," he'd say, "I don't get why people say that."

Well... hmmm... you know, they wrote an album called The Dark Side of the Moon, a concept album about things in life that suck, that's still one of the best selling albums of all times. They wrote an album called The Wall that is about a rock singer's repression by his mother, British society, and the warring world, resulting in his complete and utter madness. Oh yes, they wrote an album called Wish You Were Here about how LSD, madness and the music business destroyed a fellow band mate and bummed the rest of them out. The early albums are perhaps a bit cheerier, but they're not as famous either.

Okay, I'm oversimplifying the themes to all these albums but I, to this day, wonder what he thought Pink Floyd's music was about.

The kicker, though, was when he told me that a friend of his gave his mom a recording of the Pink Floyd song, Mother, for mother's day, and thought it was a really sweet thing to do. I mean, if you barely listen to the song I guess it could sound like a lonely person merely asking his mother for shelter and answers from the world. But to look at the lyrics as a whole it makes it clear that the song is not about a healthy reliance on one's mother:

Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing Momma's gonna keep baby cozy and warm

Weird. He was a weird kid, and he never washed his feet.

Whatever... I was just thinking about it because my mom is coming to town tonight and because I went to go see The Wall laser show a couple of weeks ago. It's a really slow album and I like it a lot better with the movie.

March 29, 2007


About this time of year I go out with Zan to go get some nettles from Discovery Park. I get a bunch. I make tea with it, I cook it up and eat it like greens, I sting myself in the joints with it. I basically get as much of it in my system as I can while I have a batch of it.

Zan also tinctures it with vodka and makes nettle vodka shots, but I don't go that far.

Why? Because the hayfever I get in a few months is completely crippling for a few weeks, and nettles seem to make it better. Plus, the stings improve local circulation in joints that have limited mobility from me smashing the bones around them.

Also, it's really tasty and nutritious. I stew it with chicken and chicken broth. This year I blended the greens with a little onion and milk to make a Chicken Cream of Nettle. It came out rich and delicious.

When I do it, I feel like a total witch for a couple of months.

March 23, 2007

a house made of fishing line

I never knew about eruvs until today.

Observant Jews, for those who don't know, have to follow some pretty strict rules about what they can and can't do on the sabbath. It's a "no work" holiday, and they get very serious about what they can and can't do. There's two separate rules for what you can do in your own home, and what you can do outside of the home.

Like... you can't carry your keys around outside of your home. You can't flip a light switch. For some you can't rip toilet paper. You know, work.

So it blew me away today to read a Harper's Weekly article/diagram about an eruv. Evidently there's this idea of a "shared space". You just string up some lines sectioning off an area, and then it's a sort of shared structure where jews can be basically "at home", thus, able to perform the home based tasks on sabbath. The Harper's article is about a big one covering much of the island of Manhattan.

I was blown away. How strange, I thought, until I googled and saw that there's probably one in every major city in the US. It would be interesting to get a google maps layer with all the eruv's in the country on it. I wonder how many square miles of eruv there is in the whole country. I wonder if I'm in an eruv.

March 14, 2007

maybe i should have drunk more

Once I get to sleep, I'm out until something really loud wakes me up, or until someone says my name.

It's not so easy to get there, though.

Tonight I did that rarest of things. I went to bed for an hour, and finally got up in frustration to work. Then I went back and laid down. Then I got up to blog, ruefully. It's worse when I have somewhere I have to be in the morning. That's the worst.

When I sleep with another person and I have it, I keep them up too. I don't try to. I can lay there very still with them, and even feel very relaxed. After many minutes pass it becomes quite clear that no one is sleeping. Then at least I have company.

Tonight I went to bed and it was almost like my heart was thumping, laughing at me. Like, OH no honey, you're not getting to sleep. You shouldn't even be laying down! Even still, as I write this, at 6:38 a.m., I still couldn't go lay down and sleep. I didn't even drink much coffee today! Maybe I should have drunk more.

March 8, 2007

if there was ever a story

If there was ever a story to my life, I've lost the thread of it. I'd pray to God if I thought I would get guided to my fate, but I don't think that. I mainly hear resounding silence. Even psychologists say you can ask yourself... your innermost self or whatever.

I ask. But me and my innermost self are quite silent. I ask myself what it is that I most desire, and I get lukewarm answers: I'd like to be a rapper, I'd like to have a nice girlfriend, I'd like to make enough money to have a car, pay off my taxes and move to Bellingham. I started out my life as a teenager with such vision and now perhaps I am boring? Perhaps netflix has ended my aspiration? I want things, but nothing so bad it burns in me and I'd be willing to give up everything for it, or even work hard for it. I'm 31 and I look at what I've accomplished and wonder if I should have just picked something arbitrarily.

The dharma has been a blessing and a curse. I like to and want to help all beings, and have learned to let go of a lot of attachment. But I have too much attachment to up and go in retreat like my sister, but too little to get out there in the rat race and fuck shit up. It's been going on like this for a couple of years. I don't see a solution.

Just letting you know. In case you have any ideas.

Probably has something to do with watching Stranger than Fiction. God, Maggie Gyllenhaal is so dreamy. She really is.

when I'm with you all I have to do

I remember a scant few dreams a year. Some people tell me to write down my dreams, and then I'll remember them more often. But, when I put pen and paper by the bed, they are long since buried or shuffled away by the time I remember one.

I almost never have one when I have a full night's sleep. It's almost always in a luxury nap of some sort. Like, when you wake up too early, go out and have a bloody mary with breakfast, and then come home for a nap in the sun. Or if I fall asleep at a friends house.

I just met someone who said that I could remember my dreams if I let myself fall asleep during meditation a few times. I do that anyway sometimes, and while it's very relaxing, it doesn't help.

So, I was thinking I would make a conscious effort to remember some dreams so I can blog them. Maybe even tonight.

March 7, 2007

thanks tinyblog

I thought about running a big long post thanking the tinyblog for all the times it was there for me to kick off the new life of the tinyblog. But, part of this new relaunch is about concentrating on the NEW tinyblog and not so much looking back to the past.

I'd like to clean up my old posts and find ways to present them, but I think that, most of all, for my own sanity. I'd better just start blogging again. About the present.

But perhaps, if YOU have a favorite old post, or would like to thank the tinyblog for something, you can do it in the comments.

January 29, 2007

slowly but surely

I am slowly but surely bringing the tinyblog back to life.

November 14, 2006

oh, by the way

There's no tinyblog for the moment... but I do photoblog over on the flickr.

September 24, 2006

under construction

Okay, I'm just taking an official tinyblog break. I'm working on some back end changes for the tinyblog and I'll let you know when I'm ready to get it going again. Plus, I need a break.

If you subscribe to the tinyblog, then you'll see the next time I post. If you don't, then email me at and let me know you'd like to know when it comes back.

August 1, 2006


Normally I avoid such memes because I don't like to obligate myself to clutter the tinyblog with them... but this one I like.

Make your desire known in the comments and if I know anything, I will say something I adore about you. You can, but don't have to pass it on.

I have actually two sets of comments, so I will wait a week or so and then do a big post commending each commentor for their adorable acts or qualities. This comes from saltcellar, who said something very nice about me indeed.

July 11, 2006

magic mushrooms

I never thought I'd see the day when there was a positive article about psilocybe cubensis in the Wall Street Journal.

The thrust of the article was that they found the mushroom to have potential to be clinically useful, since it gave 2/3 of the people who took it in this study an experience they rated as "among the top five most meaningful experiences in their lives". The other one third, unfortunately, said they experienced pretty serious anxiety and depression.

I have from time to time, encountered this fungal psychadelic, sold as a fairly common street drug, and I can testify that I have had both experiences. In spite of that, I have to say that the experiences I had with this innocent looking fungus influenced my life and the way that I see the planet in a positive and...spiritually accurate way.

(this is just a pretty picture of passionflowers I took in Seattle the other day. it has nothing to do with the post, but I like pretty pictures, and they are kind of trippy)

I have had several skeptical (straight-edge) intellectuals question me about the authenticity and quality of these experiences, and I can say that although they probably remained doubters, I certainly piqued their curiousity.

I certainly don't think one can reach enlightenment directly through any kind of food, drug, book or anything else but real spiritual work. I know there is potential, if one abuses something like this, to just spin oneself off into confusion, and not stay grounded in the real challenges and joys of this world.

However, sometimes the dull habitual nature of this modern world can dampen one's sense of wonder, and realization of our profound interdependance with each other. Sometimes a little shot in the arm, a reminder of the passion and turbulence, the depth and breadth of feeling and connection to other beings, really makes pressing on another day more bearable.

I don't think my spiritual teacher would really recommend it (in fact, I know he doesn't) but sometimes I still make myself a strong tea, light candles on the shrine, and climb into bed to connect with the profound teachers of the universe and take a 10,000 foot view of my own tiny life. It's not like a fun party for me. Sometimes it's pretty painful to see myself through such a lens. I might just still be doing it when I'm 60 though.

July 10, 2006

come on and take a free ride

Jacob hadn't taken the Free Ride Taxi out for awhile, but he brought it along when we went out to get a bite to eat. Since it was with us, we decided we might as well see if we could pick up a fare or two.

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On the way, Jacob told me a little about what the experience was like. You get a lot of visual attention. People aren't sure what to make of the taxi and whether or not they should hail it. People ask the same questions over and over: What kind of car is this, where did you get it, what are your hours, etc.

We hit Eastlake on the way to Cap Hill and got a fare (what do you call it if it's a free ride?). Three mellow Eastlakers on their way to Pioneer Square. Two of them were a couple, and there was a nice third-wheel guy with a humorous smirk.

The bewilderment is the fun part. As soon as they figure out you're not going to charge them then there's this intense curiousity where they're trying to figure out what's in it for you.

They were like, "No, really, we can give you some money!" or "We have some weed!"

Finally they settled down and the banter began. They were curious if we were planning to rape and pillage them. This was a major topic of conversation. You could tell they were kind of hoping we would. They suggested we had stopped primarily because the girl had a nice rack. She did, but we mainly stopped because they were trying to hail a cab.

In the back seat of the cab, the "oh shit!" handles are custom chrome jobs of buxom women that Jacob got out of a trucker catalog. The girl was rubbing them seductively and I thought to myself I should try and get a photo of that before they got out of the cab.

They kept trying to promote the show they were going to. Some silly rockabilly swing something or other. We were trying to be polite and not say we didn't like to go see generic-ass shows in Pioneer square thank you very much.

Finally we made it to their destination and they asked again if there was anything they could do for us. I thought, "Hey, now's the time for me to get a photo of the girl getting cosy with the buxom chrome lass."

I said, "Yeah, let me get a picture of you fondling the girl."

They got the wrong idea.

By the time I turned around and realized what was going on, I realized that the one guy had been kneading his girlfriend's nice rack for a good several seconds. Normally not one to blush, I found myself profoundly embarrassed that this was what they thought I had requested, and that the price of the ride was a sexual thrill. I was so stunned that I didn't even get a picture unfortunately. But I did clarify what I wanted, and got it.

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That was our only fare that night. Perhaps I will ride with Jacob again.

July 2, 2006

you know, wherever I am, I'll come running

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I think hearing the melancholy sounds of James Taylor as my mom drove me to daycare when I was a kid kind of scarred me. I could just feel the deep sadness in �You've Got a Friend� and all those easy listening singer-songwritery songs of the late 70's. I never recovered from it as a melodramatic malaise I think. Now I am sort of a drama queen. I can hear those songs in my head sometimes, and I don't think I have any of them. No, that's not true. I have some Carol King and Carly Simon. I read this interview with Carly Simon once and she was telling the interviewer that she has to be spanked to calm herself down sometimes. She said she's been in a position before she's about to go on TV or something where she has to get a stagehand or something to do it for her. That really made me laugh, but I actually kind of understood. I would totally spank Carly Simon. TMI, I know.

I feel like I have been living so heedlessly and now I am almost in an accidental place. It's like a hotel in the Dallas suburbs and I was here for a business meeting but it got canceled. And here I am...I'm already in the hotel room. I could order room service but I know it would be no comfort. The movie that's on is something horrible like Splash and I can't even stand to see Tom Hanks' stupid young face. There's no flights until morning. The hotel bar is depressing and the piano is broken. There's no place to buy a book and I know no one in this town. I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, like I could just open up a notebook and write a great play about a hotel in Dallas. But no. I decide perhaps Darryl Hannah will be offset Tom Hanks...just enough. Wow. That is really a train wreck of a metaphor. I'm just typing.

June 24, 2006


"I check my look in the mirror / I wanna change my clothes, my hair, my face"

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I'm gonna too. I shaved off my beard and I'm gonna keep it shaved as long as I can stand to.

And the hair. It's going too. I haven't set a date... I might get a trim to clean up the split ends and then make sure it's out to the required 10 inches for donation to Locks of Love.

But, I am really going to do it. Andrew Dunloy and I decided to do it on the same day. I'm not sure when, but by the end of the Fire Dog year at the latest.

If you find a photo of a hairstyle you think would look good on me would you send it my way? I'm open to suggestion but think short.

I've had long hair ever since my friend Nicole G. told me once back in 1993 in a University of Washington dorm room not to cut my hair again until she told me to. I wish I knew how to get a hold of her for permission, but the internet has not been kind in that regard. Sorry Nicole.

June 23, 2006


I don't know what I ate, I just know what it feels like to be poisoned. Hurting at every weak place, stomach cramps and puking up bile for a day and then days later, every joint stiff. The headache is still home.

I made a big pot of chicken with greens from the garden. It was my first real meal in three days.

I can hardly move my neck. I have fantasies of angels coming to massage me and minister to me. I'm so behind and I just have to keep working, in the hole again.

Nate is gone now. I was too poisoned to go to meditation by myself. We should have done Chenrezig one last time. We did sing the purification mantra for a solid half hour though, when we were walking to catch the bus. Maybe that's what this is. Purification.

It's funny, for the solstice parade this year I got painted as a poisonous salamander. (I'm naked, so this is NOT safe for work: Salamander Front, Salamander Back). Now I feel like a real poisonous salamander. If you like pictures of naked, painted people, I took a lot of them.

June 2, 2006

are any of my seattle friends particularly Neko Case fans?


If so, just email me.

May 31, 2006

about the garden

Potato Sprout

It's going well. Here you can see one tiny potato sprout making its way up through the mulch (wood shavings from my landlord's shop).

I like to sit in a portable chair and read at the edge of the garden when my mind gets blown from programming. This is how I found out there is some kind of inter-species war going on between certain members of the squirrel persuasion and certain (unnamed) members of the crow population. I had no idea these creatures could make such a bizarre set of noises.

I don't care. I'm eating thick radish sprouts wrapped in purple mustard green sprouts wrapped in collard leaves wrapped in Israeli lettuce. Now that's my kind of salad.

May 25, 2006

no photos tonight

Talked to Miss Rose this evening in the garden, and had a houseguest. He's passed out on the couch. He brought a lady to my house and massaged her feet. She teaches yoga classes in her home, about 3 blocks away from me. I could make it to something like that!

Miss Rose says Pennsylvania is nicer than Transylvania. Okay, no she doesn't say that. She does says she likes Pittsburgh better than Philly though. And that she doesn't live that close to either. And we talked about spirit guides. My mom's and others. Not mine, I hardly even have dreams. What do I know from spirit guides?

Okay, maybe a little. Can I get a witness? Can I get an amen!?

May 19, 2006

painting with led's

More lowlight photos... this time with the help of a little LED flashlight.

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This is the only way I can spend time with my sweet garden at night.

May 7, 2006

party, whew






I think it's safe to say a good time was had by all.

Thank you to my rappers Elree and Sir Mark the Poet, you guys rocked the mic and kept it real.

Kisses were certainly stolen (and given away) and no complaints were issued. Just as I suspected.

If it turns out my raps got recorded okay I'll probably post them. It sure was fun.

If you got photos, especially of the rapping, hook me up!

Oh yes, and I played a lot of Gnarls Barkley, who I'm basically in love with. The video of him singing the recorded version with the weird Rorschach animation is cool enough. But then this video of him singing it live WAY slower and more balls out at the top of the pops. Man he is something else.

April 25, 2006

some nights

Some nights I take care of my morning self. I clean up for him and set out the coffee all nice. The grinder is full, the filter is in the holder, the jar is clean. I make nice lists of what to start on, with the most important thing at the top. I get all the easy emails out of the way for him so there's not so many.

Some nights I make a mess in the kitchen and leave him to fend for himself when he's weak and defenseless. I leave every surface dirty. I lump into bed tired and unmeditated and still can't get to sleep. When is that Neko Case song going to get out of my head?

The Lion's Jaws

You're gone, the trees are so quiet
When your hand was in my pocket
How they swayed from side to side
Now the meddling sky and my snowy eye
Sees a different night

The night I fell into the lion's jaws
To my regret and your delight

Those teeth themselves could not divine
Nor their pressure estimate
The haze I wish to never break
And to never contemplate

Momentum for the sake of momentum
Momentum for the sake of momentum
Of momentum

(sure, you can listen, if you think it will help)

What the hell does that song mean? Why the hell can't I sleep? Can't someone come over at 2 a.m. and massage me?

April 24, 2006

a sweet weekend

It was a sweet weekend with some sweet friends. I took some sweet pictures.

First, on Friday night, I did a massage trade and then went out bowling with Chris, Beth and Scott. Scott messed up his leg playing softball over the weekend and had to limp up to bowl. Sadly, he kicked all our asses:


Then, on Saturday, I mellowed out, wrote some rhymes for my party, and went to a potluck. I wanted to make something cool, so I made this polish soup called Chlodnik. It's a creamy beet soup that you eat room temp, with a garnish of radishes, carrots, scallions, dill and hard boiled eggs.

Then Sunday, I walked around Capitol Hill and took photos, including this photo of the coolest graffiti I've seen in a while:


Later I went out and had the most lovely picnic in recent memory and hung out with some sweet pretty friends. I'm happy I have such good friends. I needed them this weekend and they totally came through for me.


April 23, 2006

my new affiliation


Wait until you see the website.

April 18, 2006

the pool of weirdness

Andy Dunloy came over the other day. He smiled at me and said, "We're doing the devil's work tonight."

I raised an eyebrow.

"I need you to help me go to a couple of jobsites and get some stuff."

"Well Andy, I'm on retreat, so I need to be a little more careful than I normally would about stealing."

"Well," he said, "can you just sit in the car?"

"Well, I don't want to come if you're taking anything of value...I'm not going to be involved if you're grabbing nice lumber or something. We need to be sensitive to that."

He smiled, "Do I look like someone who's not sensitive? I just need some scraps to build some shelving with."

It's true. He is, and he was. We talked for a little while longer and asked what we were working on. He's been doing sales work for Greenlake Jewelry Works. He's gonna run that place some day.

I told him about how I've been involved with doing contact improvisational dance.

"You see, you just come up on someone like this," I came up and began to demonstrate as he looked at me strangely, "and then you just spontaneously move against them and they do the same thing. A whole roomful of people doing this. It's fun. And athletic."

He thought about it for awhile. "Man, Daniel, where do you come up with stuff like this?"

"Uhhh, it's just out of the general Daniel Talsky Pool of Weirdness ™."

He opened the door to walk to the car.

"How vast that pool must be."

April 13, 2006

rhymin' and stealin'

For those who didn't get an invite (because I don't have your Email address or because you're a big pain in my ass, one of the two), this is the invite to my birthday party on May 6th. If you want to be added to the Evite and RSVP officially (which I'd like, if you plan to come), then just email me (

rhyminlogotinyblog.gif I am throwing myself
a birthday party, and it's a Saturday.

It's low frills chilling out...I just want all my old peeps, new peeps and medium peeps around me so I can celebrate my life. My birthday party is on the 9th, and my friend Jacob's is on the 3rd, so we're doubling the fun.

The name of the party is "Rhymin' and Stealin'" after the Beastie Boys song of the same name.

Some people have expressed concern about the stealing kisses part, so PLEASE read the FAQ.

There's two parts to the party:

Part I: Mellow BBQ / Housewarming (rated G) : 3 - 9pm
Part II: Rhymin' and Stealin'! (rated PG-13) : 9pm - passout am

Finally, we'll party until it doesn't seem like a party anymore. If you want to crash you're welcome, but you'd probably better bring a sleeping bag.

I beg you to read the FAQ for an exhaustive breakdown of the spirit of the party:

February 23, 2006


You know what the best thing about influenza is? It sounds like a poem title, like a hot latin dance that is too cool to even have made it to the states, like a tough drink made mostly with gin, a dash of diced habenero peppers and pomagranite seeds, and a dash of bitters.

You know what the worst thing about influenza is? The days on end of writhing join pain that comes on each late afternoon allowing for only about an hour of troubled sleep until it lets up at 7 a.m. finally allowing for an unbroken few hours.

Right in the middle is being completely worthless to leave the house, or attend to any important business like getting up to go get toilet paper. Also in the middle is merciful landlords who bring movies, toilet paper and juice, and friends who come over and make chicken soup.

But no one's around at 3 a.m. when it's raging at it's apex and not all of the heaters and comforters in the world can stop that one trickle of cold air from sucking all available heat out of the body.

It's day four and I'm pretty sick of it. It sucks for it to be the middle of the afternoon and be too tired to sit up and read a book. It just goes to all my kinks and broken parts and says, "Fuck you, higher form of life." I mean, christ, scientists can't even decide if viruses are alive or not...just self-replicating little biological machines that wreak their havok until the autoimmune system figures it out.

Plus, not having had any coffee in three days adds a hammering, persistant caffeine-withdrawal headache into the mix, leaving me, at best able to sit up and watch movies and at worst unable to get up and pee without a pretty serious internal pep talk.

It's not as bad tonight. It's gonna get better soon. I can tell.

(For all those wondering what happened to "I'm OK":
a) I think I caught it in one of its downcycles and
b) I chose to go sit in my cold office for several hours and then go out for a nice walk on Lake City Way. That very evening I was bed-bound again.)

February 21, 2006

i'm ok!

To anyone out there wondering how I am...

I'm ok!

February 18, 2006

the four ends

The end of building is ruin.
The end of meeting is parting.
The end of accumulation is dispersal.
The end of birth is death.

February 11, 2006

i'm just posting because no one else is

It's a sunny day and I'm sitting in my house all day. I don't even want to step outside. Who needs outside? Who needs the sun?

I'm cleaning house and trying to rub two sticks together in my mind and just hit that vital point of inspiration that makes one want to head back into the thick of it after two frustrating weeks.

What does anyone do for inspiration besides cleaning their house? Heavy metal?

January 30, 2006

the new camera is here, the new camera is here!

Thanks so much Carol. I am very happy to have access to a brand new Canon PowerShot A610. Now, more self portraits!

January 16, 2006

bad food luck

All in all it was a wonderful day, but not such a good day for food. I woke up and went straight to a brunch, but the hordes had already descended and all the food was gone.

A couple of friends and I went outside to get some breakfast. We thought about going to a sort-of chichi breakfast place in Capitol Hill called Coastal Kitchen. Coastal Kitchen has a great breakfast menu, and a rotating regional menu (like for instance, this month...Portugal). My companions thought it would be too yuppie and expensive so we decided to try another place.

It was basically just a bar, but looked to have breakfast, so we walked in and asked if they were serving any more. She said only the regular breakfast menu and not the Brunch menu anymore. Of course everything I wanted was on the brunch menu, but there was one thing on the breakfast menu that looked decent so we sat down.

Only with coffee in hand did I discover that they didn't have the right sausage for that. I sighed a pained sigh that I'm sure people who have been out to eat with me when I'm feeling difficult well know. "Is it possible I can just have what I want off the brunch menu?" I pointed. He went to check. No dice. They had just shut down the brunch setup for real. So I got an omelette and it was bland and the salmon was tough and the whole breakfast thing just didn't work out for me, except for the bloody mary.

Then, tonight, I got hungry for sushi. I mean really hungry. Like, cascading low blood sugar hungry. I wanted to go to my favorite cheap sushi place but didn't check the internets right. Got all the way out there and it was closed. But sushi was calling for me, so I went to another place, even farther from home, that was more expensive and not as good.

45 minutes wait. No way. So walking down the street I end up again at a bar. Ready to eat stray body parts. The special: crispy chicken sandwich: 9.99. Sounds good, right? A crispy chicken sandwich for ten dollars has to be pretty delicious right? Hopefully, I quizzed the waitress, "Well, it has pepper jack cheese." she offered.

It was breaded chicken on a hamburger bun. I shoulda got the meatloaf. However, it came hot (but slowly), and that was it's saving grace. It was better than the omelette.

Plus, I spent every last dollar on those two meals!

This tale of urban horror is brought to you by the Naked Lady Brunch Party, and Knob Creek bourbon.

January 13, 2006

for the very first time

The complete list of slogans:

Remember, before each of them you have to mentally say, "Daniel Talsky Dot Com (comma)":

Like hairless cats that mind.
better'n' a barrel of monkeys
More ice cream than you can remember.
Eat orzo for breakfast.
Orange flavored napalm for the soul.
When danger calls, take a message.
Striding purposely in every direction.
Tell the invisible man I can't see him today.
Let sleeping bags lie.
A little pain never hurt anyone.
The learning curve is steep today.
Making trouble, one step at a time.
My advice to you: eat more hash browns.
Expectations are pre-meditated disappointment.
You toucha my website, I breaka you face.
No parking.
So simple, a child could do it.
Daniel Talsky, now a commercial entity.
May it benefit beings.
I like to cook.
Amazing Grace saved a wretch like me.
I am watching The Hour of Power.
Love is not the answer, it is the assignment.
A friend to all.
Man of my dreams.
...for president in 2008.
A good place to while away the meaningless hours.
An illusory place.
So sophisticated, it could be from Paris.
Good as gravy.
Completely serious.
Take a walk on the wild side.
More than you ever imagined possible.
Like a velvet glove cast in iron.
You can dance if you want to.
Very strange.
24 Hour Brain-A-Thon.
Operators are standing by.
Get your feet off the Davenport!
When I awaken, I must be mistaken.
Brandishing more force than I can skillfully wield.
The same as every other place.
Lama la chhap su chhio.
Do you feel anything yet?
A streetlamp of poetry.
Vanity incarnate.
Getting stronger every day.
Egg Nog.
More accurate than a Sphygmomanometer.
The #2 most requested lips in America.

I wrote about 2/3's of them, the rest are reader submissions. I'm thinking about making a brutal cut, but I need new blood. Any suggestions? Come up with as many as you can. Plus, I think I'll pick a winner. I am the sole judge and arbiter. Any good ones get added but the best one gets something special in the mail.

i love to put out

putting out

I've got to get some new skillz. I love to help people. I love to provide value to the world, especially value that hardly anyone else can provide. I love to be able to provide value for value, and help people in kind when they help me, without being asked. I love to put out. When I put out, the world works. When I don't, the world breaks.

unskilled willing hands

I have two hands and am willing, and that is good. When I go to people's houses I like to wash their dishes and clean their kitchens. Even bathrooms are not too bad, especially if they start out really dirty, because then they look so transformed when I'm done. I like to weed. It makes me feel good, to do these little things for people that I know they are dreading anyway, but sometimes it makes them feel wierd.


I can do massage. I do! I love it. But it's just so damn hard to get people to ask for it and show up for it. I can ask people if they want massage, but let me tell you how sick a person can get of hearing, "It's okay. I'm fine." I'm sure you are, you wall of man, you tide of woman. Plus. I know I'm the human bulldozer, not everyone wants to let me push and pull at them. And's so personal. People have to really let you in. It's even more personal than dishes. Well, to some people. But it's true I love to work for people that way, grabbing tissue and making it warm and liquidy. Another downfall is that it's more useful if you can work with a person regularly, and that's very hard to do in this busy world.

(Sometimes though, even one time can really help. I had a wonderful time the other day. I went over to a friend's house and he had an ice pack on his arm. He said he was getting tennis elbow and he didn't even play tennis! "Lemme at it!" I said, "it's tendonitis and you should have told me before." I pulled and dug at his arms for a half an hour and then he moved and twisted his hands in surprise. "It. It doesn't hurt. Hey, isn't that crazy? It doesn't hurt!" he said to the other people on the couch. "It feels like cool water running through my veins." he said to me quietly.)


Computer Skillz I have. That's for damn sure. I can program in a few languages. I understand the languages of display and the languages of the web very well. I know how to take people's gestating ideas and craft them into something and help them publish it. Publish. I can publish on the web and I can publish in print.

I know about filesystems and file types. I know how to make a computer put important icons where people will easily find them. I know how to research and find the best free piece of software for any job. I know how to help people organize information and display it. I know how to architect an idea and turn it into a computer program. I know how to get music in all it's formats and convert them, rip them and burn them and all the other violence you can do to music. I can write. Some would say.

But...I can't be in front of a computer endlessly. I have to find some things I can do to be useful that are not in front of a computer. I like the computer, I love the computer. I live the computer, anyone who knows me knows it's true. But as I get older I'm going to have to grow away from it. Perhaps as I make my fortune I can begin to step away from the stiff ways humans have to interact with computers.


I feel so pregnant right now. A few days ago I had some mad council (counsel?) of men, and it left me feeling full and generous and grown up and mature. Like I want to test my own mettle, cradle people, lift them up.

In February and March I get to teach another web class. Teaching is wonderful, but in order to teach computer stuff you have to sit and research and prepare course front of a computer.

I'm not talking about crafts... I'm talking about real useful skillz that if I spend my time doing them they actually make other people's lives easier. Like...carpentry seems cool. Trying my hand at little bits of jewelrymaking with Andrew Dunloy has been nice. I even tried a bit of bookbinding. It's just hard to make a new committment to something and be bad at something at first. I think that's a big part of the reason grown-ups get so set in their ways. They hate to have to do something and be really shitty at it for a long time. I do anyways.

Well, in the meantime...computers and massage and dishes are okay. I'm just thinking aloud. I love to put out.

this blog is stupid

To be honest, I'm kind of sick of it. It was fun when I could use it for pictures, but now I just don't know what to say. When I first started writing it, it was really awesome for spilling my guts. Now, when I have revelatory experiences I just don't think it's appropriate for some segment of my readership, and that makes for a boring, boring blog. Maybe someday I'll take all these stories and format them so people can find the good bits. Or use it to write a silly autobiographical book.

I'm not even the only tinyblog!

There's been tinyblog, a simple weblog tool. That's been around for awhile. I can't find the page anymore, but it used to link back to my page in tribute. I can't tell if it's the same thing as PHPTinyBlog which has a snarky FAQ and doesn't link to me. Plus, there's what looks to be a Japanese weblog tool written in Python called tinyblog. (Google translation is no help.)

And then now, there's actually another tinyblog BLOG. Well, technically it looks like it's called tinymeat tinyblog. It looks nice, but I'm still grouchy about it. Mainly because me and the weblog tool used to have the whole first page of google! Mainly because when I wanted to find an old post all I had to do was type tinyblog and a few words of the title into google. Now google's starting to index him and my precious namespace is under competition.

For christ's sake he even has a Tinystore. I mean, tinyplace is kind of different...I never capitalize the 't'. Hehehehe, but clearly it's a similar theme. However, Tinymeat is clearly a primarily dot com kinda thing, and tinyplace is strictly a dot org kinda thing. I just loved having this namespace to myself, but I guess all good things must come to an end. I'm just sore cause he never said "hi", but I never really said hi to him either.

But hey, a referrer log means more than an email anyway. So I guess this is my "hi". Hi, Tinymeat, you slick design bastard. We even have kind of a similar design sensibility. Only the tinyblog design is like from 2000. Who knows what it would look like if I designed it today.

I think the tinyblog has a limited lifespan. I think when I leave Seattle and go to Berkeley I'm going to retire it.

At least I have

How did the internet get so damn crowded all of a sudden.

January 3, 2006

the camera? noooooooooooooooooooooo!

Ben made his camera go away the other day. Gone, gone, gone. It was a good little camera and it gave the tinyblog much photo love.

Thank you little Kodak Easyshare.

Now it's just me and the cameraphone.


Maybe I'll even break out the film camera

Flatbed scanning.... noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!.

December 3, 2005


Asshole posted the pictures of me in six braids on her Fangsgiving post, but like, Frida Kahlo styley.

Also, when we were in the car she coined a term to describe my general personality, "cantankerismé". I spelled it cantankarisma, but. she said it had to have an é to make it "frenchey pretenchey"

November 29, 2005


I did a little butchery this evening.

Last year, almost to the day, saltcellar brought a frozen 22(?) pound turkey to my house in his backpack.

"Here," he said, "my mom bought a hundred dollars worth of groceries at Fred Meyer, and she got this turkey for free. She doesn't eat birds, so I thought maybe you could use it.

"Sure. I'll take it," I said, and put it into my freezer.

Since then, I have entertained many guests by showing them the entire turkey in my freezer. It filled up almost my whole freezer. I wish I would have taken a picture.

I don't have a big roasting pan, and really wasn't interested in roasting the whole thing, so I just left it in there for a long time. Finally, the discussion went in the direction that if I wasn't going to roast it whole, I could probably thaw it, cut it up, and roast or boil the individual parts and get Ben, the human eating machine, to help me consume it's raw protein goodness, so the turkey's life would not have been in vain.

Now, as you can probably imagine, this is not a pleasant job to attempt, and one has to think several days in advance to defrost the turkey before one attempts it. So, after a good solid year in my freezer, I finally pulled it out and slammed it down on the grate of my fridge just a few days ago.

Then, I didn't do my normal grocery shopping for work on Sunday, and we went out to eat today. It seemed like it was tonight or never to do this bird in.

I covered my floor with newspaper and a big pan, cut open the webbing and sliced open the bag. I let the turkey drain a little and pulled out the organ meats. Then, I set the turkey on a pan, and grabbed my Henckels 4-star and dug in. I wish someone would have been there to witness me slicing and rending this great beast on my kitchen floor.

Finally, I popped the wings in the oven to bake for a midnight snack, popped the meaty carcass in a pot of boiling water for broth for tomorrow, and put the breasts and legs into big gallon ziplocs and put them in my fridge for easy cooking and consumption.


Thank you to the turkey, may it experience many lives better than that one.

Just pulled the wings out of the oven. Delicious.

November 28, 2005

this week i...


(in no particular order)

Bought a new mala.

Got clean laundry to 90%, for the first time in a month. This is very difficult for me and usually requires outside assistance.

Started reading another Saul Bellow book.

Took Rowan to Game Day and really had a great time with her because she's a smart, fun kid.

Found out people were gossiping about me at a party. (gasp!)

Made stuffing.

Talked about an upcoming website called Eyeball Tornado.

Drank a lot of coffee.

Sliced my finger to the knuckle.

Enjoyed The Stranger's first annual Uncle Issue "Touched by an Uncle" and all of its various grodiness. That's what makes The Stranger so cool.

Drank a white russian made by the deft hand of Asshole.

Did a lot of few minute massages.

Got very wet in the very seasonable Seattle rain.

Found out that there are a range of mountains called Blue Mountains in Washington state. The internet is almost silent about them. Anyone know?

Some other cool stuff too...

Say hi. Who reads these days?

November 23, 2005

i got new humble toys

So I broke my phone, but I was on the way out with the phone company anyway. I have a new lil phone that's sleek and works well and doesn't have any visible antenna. And it has a camera too. Seems a little better.

I did six braids. I already took it out or I'd show you, but next time I will.

Some good friends gave me an old computer and a monitor. It was running Windows 98 but I put a stop to that. I put a nice fresh install of Ubuntu, the latest version, "The Breezy Badger". Now I have a rock solid little box for my living room. It's like a pentium 3 but Andy's grandpa or whatever put a buttload of RAM in it. (That's a metric buttload. (1mBL)) So it runs pretty nice, actually.


They may be humble tiny Ipods or whatever, but the fact that I have a little music server in my living room, and a way to write and watch movies is a pretty big improvement.

Being able to make calls from my office is pretty cool too.

November 13, 2005



October 29, 2005

adventures of an east coast snob in seattle

I keep wanting to show this comic to my east coast friends ever since it showed up in a recent issue of The Stranger. It's not on the artist's website, but other hilarious comics of his are. If he minds me posting it here, I'm sure he or his lawyers will ceaseanddesist me.






Hey, thanks to everyone who wrote and wished me well. I still feel just as punk, but it was heartening to see so many people cared enough to send me a note.

October 24, 2005

i am totally not dealing with the idea of the holidays coming up soon well at all

Last year I started writing a list of all the people I absolutely had to buy presents for, and started writing a book of poetry for other people I wanted to show I gave a shit. Last year I came up with a halloween costume idea and executed on it and carved a damn pumpkin too. Last year I had a ragged joyful fucking Christmas and broke my arm but still felt nonetheless that I was basically on top of things.

This year I am totally behind. This year I am filled with dread at the thought of it. This year it seems too expensive. This year it seems like "goddamnit running my life just by itself is hard enough". This year I can't even write letters to anyone or practice any damn dharma or do just about anything else useful but bill hours and pay my bills. This year I do not feel like I have my shit together.

I know from expereience, that if I ignore the holdays, they just hurt worse. They are rushing up and I just can't seem to stand up and make myself get started. It's true, I'm dealing with some pretty heavy shit, but so is everyone. Fuck, man, it's time to start praying again. I am at wit's end.

October 21, 2005

the bar at deep playa: the sunrise saloon

I wrote in one of my burning man stories, the story of a mysterious bar out in deep playa. There were hot girls dancing out on the bar in the middle of the middle of nowhere, and it blew my mind.

They put up a cool site for the Sunrise Saloon. It's almost like a little game...there's a little area in each photo you can click to see the next one.

September 29, 2005

two things

For one thing, this is my 800th tinyblog post. Check out the first one. Or, all of them.

For another thing, I just want to give props to the sweetest Firefox skin evah!

It's called pimpzilla.



September 27, 2005

self, i said to myself

As people who know me even kinda well know, I have what I just found out psychologists now call a Body-focused Repetitive Behavior. I don't remember when I first started biting my nails, but now that I'm 30, I feel like I want to stop.

When I was reading today, I was surprised to see the clinical advice (besides drugs):

Therapy for these disorders consists of two parts. The first, is Habit Reversal Training (HRT), a four-step process which teaches you awareness of your habits, how to relax, how to breathe and center yourself, and to perform a competing and opposing muscle response. (I have described this technique in a previous issue of TLC's IN TOUCH, in an article on cognitive/behavioral therapy for trich, which I'm sure you can get copies of.) It can be extremely useful if practiced daily and stubbornly, as it must become as automatic as the habit you are aiming to eliminate. These are stubborn problems for two reasons. First, you have probably rehearsed the unwanted behaviors hundreds or even thousands of times. It is important to accept that they will not simply be overcome in a few days or weeks. Second, you are fighting the fact that they feel good to do, and provide much short range satisfaction and either stimulation or soothing. It takes time and a good deal of effort to master, but I believe it is worth it. Research shows it to be an effective technique. The second part is known as Stimulus Control (SC). Skin picking and nail biting are a complex behaviors, with many different inputs. SC is a behavioral treatment that seeks to help sufferers first identify, and then eliminate, avoid, or change the particular activities, environmental factors, mood states, or circumstances that have become associated with, and that trigger picking or pulling. The goal here, is to consciously control these triggers that lead to the undesirable behaviors, and to create new learned connections between the urges new non-destructive behaviors."

Most of the time I'm in this group:

Some do it in an automatic way, as if they are in a trance and not really thinking about what they are doing. Usually, they are involved in some other activity at the same time such as reading, talking on the phone, working at the computer, watching TV, etc.

So I would say about 90% of the time I really just don't even have it in my mind. One time I tried to stop doing it before, and I just couldn't stand the feel of new fingernails, and I would just notice I was doing it.

I feel kinda crazy lately. SPACE MADNESS!!!

September 9, 2005


What a beautiful sad lonely night.

September 7, 2005

the witness returns

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As you may know, I did this thing at burning man where I was "The Witness". I even wore a T-shirt. I tried to experience all the creativity that people were manifesting. Then, I took pictures, and did my best to write nakedly and honestly about my experience at burning man.

Lots of people saw me and said that they wished they had written, but it really did take a very specific kind of determination to see through the busyness, excitement, intoxication and haze and just get the writing done.

I prepared as much as I could before I left, so that when I got back I could hit it hard and throw up the photos and stories so people could see it right away when they got back. I think I did a pretty good job. I wish I could have written even more about little playa stories, but I guess this is a handful for anyone to read. Please take a look when you get a chance and let me know what you think:

August 28, 2005

hidden witness


Finally, all the hummus is made, the eggs are boiled, the laundry is clean, and I am going to Burning Man in the morning. This will be the last post.

The Witness site is up and ready to go for when I come back now. I even wrote myself a little custom content management system so it won't be such a chore when I come back and want to post all my experiences.

I will be available by phone still for Sunday, but then that's about it until the 6th or so. I will be back the 7th. It's been interesting seeing everyone go, one by one. Only a couple of people I know who are going still have yet to leave.

Thanks Ben Sodenkamp, for taking up the slack. Thanks, Mom for giving me a place to decompress. Thanks to Morgen Bell for all your help with my The Witness branding. Thanks Jess for making some time for me. Thanks, Roseanne for being completely undeterrable in being my friend.

And to all my Rockford homies...after I get back from Burning Man, I'm going to be here in Seattle for a week, and then I'm coming to Rockford to help my mom harvest honey. We are gonna have a big BBQ bitches! I'll be there from the Sept. 14th to the 24th so don't say you weren't warned.

August 22, 2005

guinea pig, stat!


I was hanging out with my friend Andy watching movies over the weekend. Andy is one of those sweet guys with no mental filter, and listening to him talk is like putting some kind of magical stethoscope to his brain.

"My nuts itch. Do you like lunchmeat?" he'll say.

So we're sitting there, and he's telling me about how he and his lovely fiancee are doing. "Yeah," he says, "we've been talking about a baby. She's been talking about her biological clock and stuff."

He thinks for awhile, intent on polishing a piece of jewelry. "Yeah. She's been talking about a baby a lot."

He looks up and me after another moment, the reality finally sinking in, "I need to get that girl a guinea pig, stat!"

August 11, 2005

burning ma'am

I wore one of my 'the witness' t-shirts today and I can feel it pulsing inside of me. I wore a long-sleeve shirt on top of it. I can't expose it yet because it's not time yet. Even when I was burning hot inside the bus and the movie theater I still left the outer shirt on.

I took myself out to see a dorky, romantic movie tonight that no one had heard of or wanted to see with me, just to show myself some kind of stoopid tenderness. It was worth it, cause good movies make me want to spit art out of my nipples. My tiny, almost non-existent nipples. I wonder if I can bill for that.

HA! The Witness Does Not Bill! Speaking of Bill, I wonder how he's adjusting to Seattle. It's no Pittsburgh I can tell you that. No, not YOU, Bill. The other Bill.

As a matter of fact I wonder how my sweet upstairs neighbors are adjusting to Seattle, they just got back from Boston. They left me $8 in ice cream coupons for watering the garden and checking the mail. They're nice.

And speaking of Burning Ma'am, the dorkiest dork in dorkport probably spent about 35 hours perfecting an illustration of my silly little joke:

I think this should be our pod's theme.

August 10, 2005

the witless

I'm going to Burning Ma'am this year. My darling clients over at Utilikilts gave me the golden ticket in a bar of chocolate (actually it was barbequed ribs) and the idea grew on me until it was as big as my body.

Now here I am buying final supplies and having meetings with my "pod". My camp is EPT (not the pregnancy indicator) and our theme this year is "El Pollo Molestado", or "The Annoyed Chicken".


The theme of Burning Man this year is Psyche.

But I decided I needed my own theme. That's the thing with Burning Ma'am. You need themes. Onionskin layers of themes until there's no detail left unthemed except for your own drunkenness. And even that has a theme.

So, partially because I thought it was a cool idea, and partially because I'm too lazy to come up with much in the way of costumes, I decided my theme would be The Witness. I even came up with my own logo. I even went so far as to bribe a friend into actually silkscreening it onto t-shirts (minus the spooky eye) that I'm going to wear the whole time. We were quite tempted to silkscreen one shirt with "The WITLESS" just to see if anyone was paying attention, but not quite tempted enough to actually do it.

Since everyone goes to Burning Ma'am to be really interesting...and have themes of all sorts, and take a bunch of Psilocybin and really grok the themes in relation to their own theme, I thought I would just have a theme that sat around and watched all the other themes. Like, how completely meta.

August 5, 2005

Study of Protein-Crystal Surface Interactions Using Solid State NMR Dipolar Recoupling Techniques

Going to my friend's doctorate thesis defense entitled "Study of Protein-Crystal Surface Interactions Using Solid State NMR Dipolar Recoupling Techniques". Wonder if I should bring a book? Really though, I'm proud of her and have no doubt that she'll nail it.

She's been working hard writing the thesis and practicing her defense and I have no doubt she'll know more about Protein-Crystal Surface Interactions Using Solid State NMR Dipolar Recoupling Techniques then the people grilling her. Go Jennifer!

In case this piqued your interest and you'd like to explore nuclear magnetic resonance (NMR) spectroscopy, be my guest.

August 4, 2005

compulsory beach poem

To fulfill my end of the deal I will publish a beach poem from a day at the beach.

the trick to building awesome sandcastles

set them up to have a destruction
as cool as their creation

June 27, 2005

unbearded boy

I've gotta say more about shaving my beard off because it really feels drastic! If you've only met me in the past year it would probably trip you out, because I think it looks quite different.

First of all, a sweetnerd friend got a great shot of it in process. The lady who cut it was very sweet and said I didn't look like a mass murderer now. Mass murderer, terrorist, sheesh. I think I just look younger...and I seem to lose a certain authority.

Plus, it's a lot easier to wipe food off my face with the back of my hand.

And I have no soul patch to twirl while I program computers.

And I have to wipe sharp bits of metal against my face to maintain it. My skin doesn't like this. Which is why I have a beard most of the year.

I don't know what possessed me, but it makes me almost jump every time I look in the mirror. God, do I have a funny face!

I feel like such a naked faced boy!

this is not photoshopped

June 7, 2005

you know it's bad when... think quite seriously to yourself, "I wish I was watching the old Punky Brewster cartoon with my sister on the carpet right now. And maybe with Soleil-Moon Frye too. And maybe with her magical friend Glomer, too."

Then you remember that your sister is in three-year retreat, that Soleil-Moon Frye is married (and kinda hot!), and that Glomer is a fictional character who can transport beings across the world in the blink of an eye.

The Fantasy:

The Reality:

June 6, 2005

nothing really matters, anyone can see


I'm pouring out a virtual 40 for my lost homeys. Josh, Terra, Yoni, Sonja, Krista, I know I fucked up, I miss you guys.

June 2, 2005

roboticats ascendant


Ben and I just made a very nice sale with a local Seattle company called Utilikilts. We're doing an employee organization tool for thier intranet and hosting it, and will eventually be doing the badly needed revamp of their public website.

They make sturdy skirts for men, and Ben and I wrote some merchandise into our contracts:

see another ben kilt pic

Plus, I wish I could show you, but I don't want to jump the gun. We just paid talented designer Von Glitscka to redesign our website with our new branding. Expect to see an amazing Roboticat website up soon!

May 15, 2005

aidan the tinyblog boy


Whaddya know, the kid has had a life outside of the tinyblog masthead. I'm happy to report that he's a happy, healthy kid with some mad Aikido skillz who thinks he's Robert Plant (kinda looks like Robert Plant, too!).

I asked him if he remembered living with me and he gave me a knowing look. "Yeah," he said, "I remember some things."

I wondered what. I wondered if he remembered my less than shining moments, like when he put a big wad of gum into my pants. I looked down and I was like, "What the hell!?" I got so mad I grab him and shook him. Turns out you can get gum out of pants with an ice cube. Who knew.

Or I wondered if he remembered that I told him when he was 5 and really into the Star Wars movies that when he was 7 and the new Star Wars movie (episode 1) came out, I would take him the first day it came out and his momma wouldn't have anything to say about it. I did...the only available tickets on opening day were for a 4am I had him sleep over at my house that night (I was long since broken up with his mom by then) and we got up first thing in the morning and watched it. He was stoked.

Some previous tinyblog remembrances:
interview with aidan

May 11, 2005

ddt birthday smackdown

Thanks everyone who acknowleged me so warmly on my birthday.

Special props to Loverzan who made a fine hostess and cooked me birthday muffins and to Sam, who showed me some new kung-fu (Ding Do-Wah Sinus Strike). Little did I know, I would need it later.

After leaving the Wedge, we were hosted by the fine Aaron Silverburg, who reluctantly allowed us to compete in the first annual Daniel David Talsky Birthday Smackdown, brought to you by 18 pounds of sexual sweat.

First bout:

Nate vs. Daniel


Winner: Daniel

Second bout:

Daniel vs. Shiela


Winner: Daniel

Third bout:

Daniel vs. Cara (Match One)


Winner: Daniel

Fourth bout:

Daniel vs. Cara (Match Two)

Winner: Cara


(Ben now has to challenge both of us.)

Fifth bout:

Ben vs. Cara


Winner: Ben

Sixth bout:

Ben vs. Daniel

Winner: Ben

Championship bout:

Ben vs. Andrew


Winner: Ben

Cats represent mothafucka!

April 28, 2005

google map art

Crop Circles
Harbor Island
I-5 Filigree
Two Small Boats
Lake Shore Drive

April 21, 2005

she couldn't touch the ceiling when she was 4


April 20, 2005

pictures that embody this week


I think you know where to fire the laser!


Went for a walk and saw this table with a lamp on it just sitting in someone's yard among the ferns, like something out of Narnia.


Coloring the coloring book inside my head.

April 15, 2005

the emperor wears no clothes, man

industrial hemp, point! and counterpoint!

More info for.

More info agin'. (That last one is just a short, but brilliant political answer by Ari's about 2/3 of the way down the page...just search for "hemp" on the page.)

April 12, 2005


"The treatment of prisoners is a good indicator of how civilized a society is."
Winston Churchill

I've been thinking so much about imprisonment lately. I've always had a certain morbid fascination with the death penalty, the US penal system, and torture. Even as a kid, I would have long tortured sessions of thought wondering what I would do if I were physically tortured to give up information that would harm someone I loved. I wondered if I could handle the pain...and guessed that I probably could not. The idea of the damage to my body sickened me.

I remember the day about 10 years ago that I picked up Loompanics Press' You Are Going to Prison, and it's sickening accounts of the inevitable brutal combat and vicious sexual assault situations in US state and federal lockup. I remember I gave a passage to a young girlfriend of mine at the time, and she was so shaken up by it that she brought it up as one of the reasons she broke up with me. I wish I would have kept it to myself, but I was so disturbed and just wanted to share the experience with someone somehow.

Just recently it entered my mind again vividly as I found out that a friend of mine is facing life in prison under the three strikes laws. Again I started reading about prison and obsessing about how I would handle myself in a situation where one can easily be forced to "fuck or fight" to minimize brutal assault and sexual slavery.

I don't do anything that would get me sent to prison, but so many people who go to prison are just regular guys like me who made one error in judgement. I do my best to make choices that don't put me in that universe, but one can never be sure. Once you make the mistake you can't take it back. They come get you physically and detain you, they make a decision which is beyond your power, and if you are convicted you lose your ability to be considered a human being in our society.

Looking for information I read the Human Rights Watch information about prisons, and with great pain, the report on male rape in US prisons, and a numbness crept over me. It just seems like there has to be a better way. I am not that naive...I know that to some extent it's this population of human beings creating their own problem. And there's so much money to be made from incarceration that it's difficult to expect meaningful change that would really be in society's best interests. I am not trying to be some kind of bleeding heart liberal and say, "Oh, if we just realized how much these people are hurting and treat them better and give them a nice pat on the head each day and tell them what a good person they are, then they will stop being such bad boys and they will exude sunshine from their pores."

At the same time...I just think there has to be a better way. To non-naively invest in these people's lives, and by proxy the lives of everyone. How can we think we can just cut off 2.8% of the US population from our caring or consideration and somehow it doesn't cheapen us as human beings?

There are voices of sanity. There are organizations that try to make some kind of difference. Like the Prison Dharma Network, Amnesty International, the Prison Book Program, and Human Rights Watch.

Just recently I found a little comfort in the amazing weblog of Shaun Attwood, Jon's Jail Journal which he writes from prison using a ballpoint pen refill. His level of humor about his situation has somehow chilled me out a little, and it seems a little less painful to hear that there's some skinny white boy out there making it without getting too fucked up. The BBC has written a couple of articles about him, which are a good summary if you don't feel like reading his whole weblog. I'm working my way through it and enjoying every word.

March 27, 2005

heartbreak soup in the snow


Lorelei broke up with Colin after five years. I could hardly believe it.

Lorelei is such a good friend of mine, and has the esteemed distinction of being the only person who ever lived with me for a whole year and never got in a fight with me. (I think I'm best in small doses.)

As soon as I found out, I told her we'd better get out the fuck out of dodge and go camping somewhere as soon as possible. That turned out (a month later) to be this weekend. I figured this would be the only way to hear and tell the full story about our breakups and subsequent life.

I picked her up in Bellingham and we drove out in WA-2 through such lovely towns as Concrete and a strange faux-western town called Winthrop, where we unfortunately stopped for coffee. I wanted to take a couple of photos of Winthrop, but Lorelei talked me out of it, on the grounds that Winthrop was the kind of place where one should go and then leave forever without a trace.

Finally we made it to our first destination, one of the rare free campsites, near Loup Loup in Eastern Washington in time to see an eerie moon rise above the lake.

For dinner I was going to make Heartbreak Soup, a kind of salty beet soup for which I can unfortunately not reveal the recipe. It's inspired by a Love and Rockets comic story by the same name. It is a healing balm for heartbreak, but as she and I began to get stoned on the ample Sake we brought, it became clear to me that she was at peace with her breakup, and I was mainly making it for myself.

Indeed the last long road trip I went on was one of many with Roseanne. Like this trip, I was the sole driver on our many road trips, since at the time, Roseanne did not drive. Sometimes the memories (of her elaborate road snacking setups, her massaging my upper arm while I drove and started to get sore, and her appreciative looks while I drove for hours and days on end) were almost too much to bear. What can be done but to go make new memories and make heartbreak soup?

Lorelei and I got ourselves good and drunk, ate the soup with drunken gusto and laughed about stupid jokes from years ago. We peed drunkenly in the bushes, talked about our new hotties and policies, and actually spoke very little of the past.

Finally we fell laughing into the tent, and I had many strange dreams that I can only half remember. I woke, bleary and cold, to Lorelei pushing against the side of the tent, and something sliding down the side. I was uncomprehending, and only half aware of her putting on outside clothes and unzipping the flap.

"It's snowing," she said.

I got it together. The hangover gods had been quite kind to us, but our campsite was covered in snow. We had left things out, and we scrambled to get snow off of everything and get everything packed up in the car in some kind of order. Cooking breakfast on the burner was out of the question, so we first had an ill-fated breakfast and another ill-fated coffee attempt in Wenatchee. I got gas, left my debit card in Okanagan, and we headed out into the wilds of eastern Washington again, looking for somewhere breathtaking to walk around in.

We found it in Dry Falls National Park. It was, in fact, truly breathtaking, and we took pictures at a view point before heading into the park proper.

It was such an mellow, spooky grey day, and the palette of the park was such a rich mix of muted colors of moss, lichen, rocks and grasses everywhere. The air smelled sweet with the fragrant smells of wormwood (vital ingredient of absinthe).

Realizing, after driving around all day in the gentle rain, that nowhere in all of Washinton state was going to be dry, we came back to Seattle, had a hot pizza at Santorini's, and camped blissfully in my warm bed.

March 17, 2005

the new home of roboticat

Roboticat moved to lusher quarters today. Carpet and paint and everything.




March 8, 2005

i feel sorry for people who don't live in seattle right now

The beginning of march and everything is starting to bloom. Other parts of the world may have their vivid autumns, but in Seattle in early spring, the world is transformed into bursts of pink, white, yellow and red as all the cherry blossoms, apple blossoms, and scotch broom bloom.

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March 4, 2005

she can sleep anywhere


I was sitting at Whole Foods, and this guy pulls up a cart full of daughter. He looks casually at her as he begins to pack things up, "She can sleep anywhere."

I laughed, looking at her face pressed up against the mesh. "I guess so!" I said, "Can I take a picture?"

March 2, 2005

not much of an update

The post office was out of almost every cool kind of stamps so I ended up getting purple heart stamps, they're not that exciting, in fact kind of creepy. I want YEAR OF THE COCK stamps, but they're not out yet.

I'm still feeling shitty, but not quite so crazy. It's amazing how email conversations with Loverzan still have the power to calm me down a little.

February 28, 2005

my ______ wants to kill ______

My guitar brain wants to kill your mama me.

I've been so overwhelmed with helplessness and emotionality this past couple of weeks that I've had the distinct feeling of my brain actually wanting to leap out of my skull and attack me!

I've just been so aware of my shortcomings and so powerless to mitigate them. I feel ineffective and a menace to all those around me. It's like someone is walking around holding up a mirror to my face. What makes it worse is that although it's painful, I know how forgetful I am, and I know how easy it is to go back to just living like the gentle bulldozer that I am, and just pretend that everything's okay.

I think: Should I just go to a fucking psychologist? Should I set aside more time to practice dharma? Lay in bed and sleep every minute I'm not working? Should I hole up in a clock tower and do something that will get me shot? Drink to oblivion? Should I play Frank Zappa really loud until my brain is forced to drizzle gently and harmlessly out my ears? Should I tell my brain to "bring it on"? Should I start walking towards Canada? Should I just shun all human contact so no one gets burned? But instead I just blunder on.

I'm actually doing a pretty good job of fronting. Considering I think I've had strep throat for about 2 1/2 weeks now, and the whole brain thing. Here's today's Zen question, what's the sound of one person's brain reaching out and slapping them? When is this going to calm down!?

Oh yeah, and Loverzan put up her latest series of cool emotional landscape paintings. They're quite potent and cool.

February 25, 2005

the 100 names for snow, demystified

huantla: special snow rolled into "snow reefers" and smoked by wild Eskimo youth

Also indespensible is the shift key FAQ.

And, when, exactly did the Weekly World News start sounding like The Onion?


February 21, 2005

some stupid stuff


I weighed myself the other day, and saw with a shock that I am at my absolute top weight ever, at 137 lbs. This evidently means I am no longer an official lightweight. From now on you can refer to me as a Super Lightweight, or as is my preference, a Junior Welterweight.

Oh yeah, I have a little story too.

I went to a friend's house with Nate to kick it supa-mellow and watch some Chappelle's Show. Not having a TV, cable shows are still kind of a delightful novelty for me. We were there for a few hours, and finally left late in the evening.

There was frost on the ground when we left, and about 30 kids standing in a big group down at the end of the street. It seemed like a strange hour...and I could hear some kind of interesting noise so I wanted to go check it out. As I got closer I saw the core was one group of about five guys huddled up next to each other. I could only just barely hear, but it sounded like they were making some kind of music. The rest was mostly stragglers and one group of girls giggling off to the side.

I was a hair intimidated by their street presence on this suburban street, but man, if there's some kind of street rhyming going on in Shoreline then I want to hear it. So I went right up to them and circled around a little, but they were just kind of wrapping up the rhyme they were doing, and I didn't end up hearing anything.

I looked up and saw that Nate had thought we were parked this way and had just kept walking towards the end of the street. I called out to him and the core group of guys finally looked up at me and asked me what I wanted. I said, "I just wanted to hear some rhymes."

The ringleader-lookin' guy gave me a raised eyebrow and said, "You got five bucks?" I thought about just telling them to piss off and seeing if I could goad them into rhyming, but then I realized I did indeed have five bucks and like...what the hell...what was five dollars to me?

I pulled it out and gave it to him, and it was like flipping a switch in their attitude. "You wanna flow?" one of them said. I probably couldn't rhyme my way out of a paper bag, so I just said, "Hell no, I want to listen. Shit, it's my five bucks!"

So they circled up and fully three of them started beatboxing as one. I was just so sad I didn't have anything to record them guy laying down a thick, heavy amazing beat that filled the street, and the others doing some strange clipped kind of sporadic percussion.

As two of them started to rhyme I was dimly aware of a car pulling up and talking to one of them. I didn't hear the exchange at all, but evidently it was come kinda signal to break the party up. Several of them just stopped and started walking behind the house they were near...into some kind of backyard shed.

"Hey wait," the man I had given the fiver to said, "he gave us five bucks. We can do it a cappella!" The bassy beatboxer said something dismissive and kept walking.

Only this guy, and one short beat boxer stayed. They looked at me for just a moment and then the beat boxer started a quiet, whispering, clicking beat, and the one remaining rapper busted one last fierce rhyme. I don't remember a word of it, but it seemed spontaneous by the way he had to pause and fake a couple of times...but mostly he just rocked it out.

I don't remember what the rhyme was about, but when he wrapped it up a few short minutes later, he gave me a bit of a worried look. I chuckled at him, "I got my money's worth," and he smiled as I walked off.

Best rap show I've ever been to in Shoreline.

Then the next night I went to a crazy 80's roller skating party. So it was a pretty good weekend, really. I think the hokey pokey really is what it's all about.

February 16, 2005

down down down to oly

Playing with Cara's electronic toy.  An LED flashlight, of course!  What were you thinking?

A good friend of mine went to Evergreen State College a few years back, and so I have sort of a strange satellite friend group in Olympia, Washington. Also known as Oly. It's the capitol of the state, and home to one of the most notoriously hippie schools in the it's this weird mix of students, hicks and politics.

There are several plots of land where students and other sweet ne'er-do-wells congregate in makeshift structures so as to afford books or beer or both, and the Bog is one of them. Chickens and beasts abound. Luckily the place is well protected.

No one here but us.

The place is littered with tenderly constructed makeshift houses, which I have been informed are all built strictly to code, using only the most state-of-the-art building materials. Of course, these houses are supported by the finest amenities.

Damn...I didn't get pictures of the Bombay Sapphire window upstairs!

As well, there is all manner of useful and/or nonsensical stuff lying around, and the idea of personal property here is evidently a bit loose, if a bit distressingly at times. (Dear Cara, I "borrowed" some butter.)

Really I came down here to see a good friend of mine off to Arizona, and to see her pretty new pit bull pup.

We were going to see another friend's band, Head For the Hills play some amazing bluegrass at a brewpub in Oly called The Fish Bowl, but we showed up quite late for his set. I was bummed. I've heard him play guitar, but never seen him play banjo. We hung out and drank a beer, and the band invited us back for a nice little personal set. Sublime.

You try to get a good picture of a pit bull trying to pick up a bowling ball in the dark!

(Note: Yes, the dog did pick up the bowling ball, and drag it around.)

February 13, 2005

tinylj 2

I'm starting to have a little LiveJournal community, but those LiveJournal people are so insular that they only read blogs via their friends pages. Even my good buddy Busta doesn't read my blog because it doesn't show up on my friends' page.

So, I spent an afternoon installing a MovableType plugin, so I could make my posts replicate over in LiveJournal land, and show up on people's friends pages. But no dice! They would show up on my LJ , but not on the friends pages.

Bah! An afternoon wasted! But finally I had some determination the other day and contacted livejournal about it. They gave me a useful suggestion and now I can actually make my entries show up on the friends pages.

So, this is a Hi there! To LJ people, and an invitation to visit the real tinyblog, or just read my entries on the friends page.

I've been writing the tinyblog since 2000, and have written some crazy-ass stories about myself and other people, and posted some links to some truly worthless things, like articles about squirrels that can waterski, and recipes for twinkie sushi.

I wish there was a way to unify the comments, so I didn't have two different sets of comments, but oh well. Welcome!

February 7, 2005

only the most important supplies

Nate and I went on a trip, and we brought with us:

An albatross,
a ballistics manual,
a cephalopod,
Daschle comma Tom,
GZA from the Wu-Tang Clan,
the Imperial Guard,
a Japanese exclamation: Bonzai!,
karma accumulated since beginningless time,
a laser gun,
a Motley Crue t-shirt from the girls, girls, girls tour,
an obstrician,
a pomegranate,
Queer Eye for the Straight Guy season 2 5 DVD set with all the special features including in-depth cast bios,
the Refuge Tree (om ah hung),
the Science Project of Nate (involving red food coloring and baking soda),
a Torque Wrench,
an unspecified undulating unguent,
velour of the finest quality,
a waterbed,
eXistenz, the movie (it was either that or a Xylophone),
Yertle the Turtle, and
a zamboni.

January 19, 2005


I think it's a good name for a kid (for a person who can only name their kid weird names). She says it's a stripper name. What self-respecting stripper would call their kid velour?

January 18, 2005

i ache

I wrote this post in a half-hallucinatory state a week ago when I got sick. Then I just got confused and fell asleep in the middle of posting it. I found it on the laptop yesterday:

Yesterday morning someone I know woke me up and we had a brief conversation. I woke up later and felt relieved for a moment that the conversation was a dream, I had felt so bad about it. Then I remembered again that it wasn't actually a dream and that was the worst.

Tonight I went and ate some noodle soup and I ate too much. As soon as I got up I felt bad in the intestines, like a cold black hole right in the center of my guts. Finally got what Ben and his kid had. I'm so sore and tired. I have to communicate with clients tomorrow and I only have exactly as much energy as I need, it feels like. Just enough, I hope.

All I could eat tonight was yogurt, and it was good. All the little yogurt buggies were just what I needed. Would I not be the first person to wish I could make it all go away for one day?

Can you believe this quiet room is on the same planet where people are fucking each other and chopping each other up with machetes? Stupid stupid fuckers. This post is going nowhere.

Ahhh, delirious posts that go nowhere, how I love them.

We got a new client today...looks like we'll be doing some work for the Seattle Baroque Orchestra. The new year is starting to calm down.

January 6, 2005

all this cold

I know it's egocentric, but I just feel like it's my own mind that's creating all this cold and all of this street lettuce.


Some guy was sweeping the street in the university district in the cold. So thorough, he was...scraping bits of gum off the thorough and officious, I was amazed that there was this big fresh piece of lettuce on the sidewalk, plain as day. It was like a beacon to me in the cold, this beacon of lettuce. This fine upstanding lettuce untouched by frost and the sins of the world.

As soon as I was Emailing myself the picture from my phone he hustled in and gathered it briskly into his dustpan.

January 2, 2005

cold, cold, cold

It's been a rough weekend...some combination of brain chemistry, wierd interpersonal stuff hidden deep in my craw, and just the cold, cold, cold outside.


I looked so cute today! I bought a new fuzzy corduroy on supa' sale and my double-braid came out so perfect and shiny.

My main job today was to go get groceries for a special appreciation dinner for my friend Beth for helping me not to have such a barren hard drive and doing a lot of driving and helping me out when I broke my arm and just generally being a champion friend. I figured it would cheer me up a little cause yesterday felt so pervasively cheerless, but I kept missing busses, and the bus there only comes every hour, so it was late in the day before I could finally be useful.

I had this fantasy that I would see someone I knew at Whole Foods and be able to shine my braids at them and talk to them warmly and not feel so inhuman. But I think the world could discern my internal poverty and all the world seemed so cold, cold, cold.

January 1, 2005

christmas catchup

I meant to give a couple more timely updates for people wondering about the arm, complete with photos of my couple of trips to Harborview. Sheesh, I just looked and I can't believe the movie reviews were my last post!

So here's the short version...when I finally went back the next time for x-rays, all appeared to be in place. In fact, it's a little amazing to me. I looked at the xrays from right after the break and then the ones from just after I got my cast off, and it healed really well. The bones were actually a little crushed down and out at the break and they seemed to elongate out into the proper shape. It was really quite amazing.

Now the bone is almost completely healed and I am out of my cast. My wrist is still quite stiff and weak, but it's so nice to be able to braid myself and do dishes already!

I've been very busy with christmas, and making my special christmas card for this year. I think it's finally to everyone in the mail, so I will now post the .pdf here for everyone to read:

(this is a 453k .pdf file, so it shouldn't be too bad to download even at dial-up speed)

This was my Christmas in poetry (and illustrations)...enjoy!

November 12, 2004

why i use google less now

If someone asked me to produce a nomination for the most amazing public project ever realized on the internet, it would probably be the Wikipedia.

For those just tuning in, a wiki is a website that allows anyone to add new pages and edit existing pages (basically). And the wikipedia is a very successful attempt to create an informative encyclopedia using this model. It's an open-source encyclopedia.

In fact, if you don't understand the difference between commercial software and open-source software, the wikipedia is a good way to understand it. Go take a look at the Encyclopedia Brittanica for a moment. What are it's defining characteristics? It has a unified editorial voice, professional research and editing, it's a little outdated, it's missing entries for rapidly changing cultural ideas and specific technical ideas, and it costs money.

The wikipedia? It's free. It has varying levels of quality and styles. It's has entries for everything from Britney Spears and Reality TV to BitTorrent. Most of these articles are of surprising quality.

More and more, things that I used to look up on google first for general knowledge, I now check the Wikipedia first to get a balanced and thoughtful picture.

Why does it work? Because there's a dedicated community of people keeping eyeballs on their own corner of the wikipedia, correcting errors and updating information.

But is it a perfect world? No, people obviously just fuck around with pages, and sometimes they stay for a long time. There is a page of short-lived or otherwise jokes that got posted to specific entries. Or, people have genuine differences of opinion that cause edit wars. Notably the sites for Bush and Kerry had some serious struggles in the weeks leading up to the election.

But in spite of wierdnesses, it is an incredibly informative document. When I first found it, I thought I could contribute to some topics I knew something about, but I was surprised (then) to discover how exhaustive the information about Tibetan Buddhism or PHP already is. I did however, end up contributing. I wrote the (unfortunately citation-free) October 2004 update about the conflict in Darfur.

Go take a you know of any other interesting remnants of Wikipedia culture? Interesting, funny or amazing articles? Leave 'em in the comments!

sunny days and foggy nights


It's been so amazing in Seattle these last few days. Bright fall days, and foggy fall nights. Last night I was out without a camera and regretted it, because every branch made spiderwebs of shadows, and the stadium lights made a huge dome of daylight. Tonight I was prepared.



November 9, 2004



Do you believe in hell? It's not very popular these days.

November 8, 2004

sometimes the tinyblog needs some weird al

You make me wanna slam my head against the wall
You make me do the limbo
You make me wanna buy a slurpee at the mall
You make me watch the Gong Show
There's really something kinda strange about you, baby, but I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

You make me wanna hide a weasel in my shorts
You make me wanna phone home
You make me wanna write a dozen book reports
Then pack myself in styrofoam
Sometimes you make me want to build a model of the Eiffel Tower out of Belgian waffles

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

You make me wanna hang out in a trailer park
Then take my hamster to the beach
You make me wanna do my laundry in the dark
And use a recommended bleach
When I'm with you I don't know whether I should study neurosurgery or go to see the Care Bears movie

(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what you do
(You make me) That's what, what you do to me

You make me wanna break the laws of time and space
You make me wanna eat pork
You make me wanna staple bagels to my face
Then remove 'em with a pitchfork
You know there's something quite unusual about you but I can't exactly seem to put my finger on it

You make me
You make me
You make me
That's what you do to me

-- Weird Al Yankovic's "You Make Me"

I'll see if I can come up with the .mp3, if you haven't heard this early Yankovic gem, then I assign you to listen to it as soon as I post it...and do 3 hail marys.

October 26, 2004

i formatted my illusory hard drive

I'm very careful to put all of my data on a different physical drive than my Operating System, so if I need to blow it all out (as sometimes happens when you're running windows) I have a way to put everything that's important to me in one place and leave it untouched when I have to do the dirty work.

I just got a copy of XP and was exited to give it a whirl on my system. I entered setup and the first thing I did was take a deep breath and...format my data drive. The one critical moment where it's most important to make sure you're deleting the right partition. It took a little while for me to figure it out. That everything that is stored on my computer that's important to me was gone. Five years of photos, music, invoices, writing, original photoshop files, original templates for much of the print work that I do for our business, old difficult to find classic games and emulators, the original comps for every website I've ever done, installation media for hundreds of installed programs...and probably a bunch of things that I just haven't thought of yet. Oh christ, the fonts, the fonts....oh the humanity.

Luckliy, the bulk of the work and writing I do gets stored online, and the most precious of things are all in email attachments, the tinyblog, and on Robotic Cat Communications' servers. Plus, I put about 80% of the music and about 90% of the photos on Rzan's portable hard some of it will get recovered. I'll need a few days or weeks to let it all really sink in.

Whew. Non-attachment. I just hope I didn't screw anyone else. Now just to log onto all my servers and type:
mv -r * > /dev/null
Then my non-attachment to data will be complete. Well, no it won't.

Mourn with me people, mourn for my lost data.

October 13, 2004


Ubuntu is very cool, even for non-geeks. Ubuntu Linux is also cool...but pretty much only for geeks.

Other linux distros that are cool include:

- Gentoo, which has a reputation for being super easy to use and almost dummy proof, but requires a lot of time and bandwidth to install and keep updated.

- Mandrakelinux, a well supported distro with good package management.

- Also, for the very paranoid, there's Tinfoil Hat Linux.

- And, it's not Linux, but here at Roboticat we use FreeBSD, which has the very cool package management of the ports tree (although Gentoo's version seems pretty darn cool too.) The BSD operating systems are a lot like Linux, in that they are UNIX-like systems that run on a PC, and have a bloody huge user community. Plus a little devil for a mascot.

I guess grun-tu-molani is pretty cool too.

(P.S. The first person to post the correct meaning of grun-tu-molani and it's correct source in the comments gets a special prize in the mail.)

September 25, 2004

i wish I could give you one of my eyes

There was this old asian couple in line with me at the public library today. They were saying something to each other, low and discrete. Then suddenly she looked up at him and said, "I wish I could give you one of my eyes."

September 20, 2004

of house cleaning and incantations

Sometimes you just don't know what you're getting yourself into until you're there. Sort of like taking a bunch of hallucinogens or something. You're like, "Oh wait, I thought this was gonna be..."

A week or so ago, Rzan asked me if I would come to the old house with her. The lawn needed to be mowed and the house needed to be cleaned. I wasn't living there when she moved out, but we had lived there together for almost two years, so I figured I'd be weasel to say no. So we said I'd come over Saturday and help her.

In true tiny fashion I had remembered that I had offered to help her with something that day, but I couldn't really remember what. I mentioned to Ben that I was going over there on Saturday and he handed me a bag of zip ties.

"Here," he said, "I guess you're going to be hooking up her stereo."

So that overwrote the old RAM in my brain, and that's what I thought I was going over there to do. When I showed up on Saturday she said, "Hey, Jane already mowed the lawn, so we just need to clean the house." Oh yeah, my brain thought.

And strangely enough, it was a little like doing hallucinogenics, walking into that nearly empty house with nothing left in it but memories. We pulled out sponges and buckets and began to wash down every surface. I started in the bathroom. It was nasty and it took a long time. We hadn't thought to being any kind of music (there had always been music there, we didn't even think there wouldn't be, like somehow it would emanate out of the walls). So I just started singing, and all I could think of were wracked songs of broken love. I must have driven Zan crazy, belting them out in the bathroom like a passionate nightmare.

Finally we went for fresh sponges and shower curtain rings and came back for a second shift. After doing most of the kitchen and bathroom we could tell there was a lot of work left. That's when it was most strange, washing all these rooms better than we had ever washed them. Zan felt it too and asked what would be a good mantra for cleaning a house.

So we just started howling mantras, filling up the whole house, even though I was almost constantly out of breath from singing loud and scrubbing thick scuff marks and wax and greasy fingerprints from the doors near the doorknobs and shit that got spilled behind the bookcase in the kitchen pooled and left for dead a long time ago. We scrubbed and sang until our whole heads vibrated.

It was pretty surreal, like I didn't realize what I was going to be doing that day, holding some kind of strange closing ceremony over 11015 27th Ave NE, scrubbing inches worth of child growth off the hallway door and pulling the "H" and the "A" from the old "HAPPY" from above the kitchen, like a message to me from another universe.

Eventually we realized we were wrapping it up and felt like we had made the place ready for the next people who would live there. I hope we did. There was a lot of intense emotion in that house. Also an amazing heart breaking amount of love and cooking and entertaining and naps and dance parties.

My props to Zan for her good sportness. We sat down on the couch and she cried and then we went to get hot food. I wished I could have cried, but somehow there was release anyway. I'm glad I have such a good friend as her, some people you just know you're connected to across time and space.

September 18, 2004


I took myself out on a date last night. Beth sent me this invite to a performance in a semi-industrial area of Seattle. It was supposed to have something to do with music and sculpture, and those huge truckbed storage containers that Seattle's waterfront industries pull from boat to train day and night on giant cranes.

It was quite a bike ride away, almost on the other end of the city. I got on my bike knowing I might have to ride all the way there and all the way home (about 25 miles in all). Plus, it was raining. I felt grouchy and lonely though, and I didn't feel like a very fun date. I wondered if I could get myself to put out anyway.

Down I wound through Wedgewood, the U District, downtown, Pioneer Square with it's noisy college drunks and rasta wannabe's, SoDo with the noisy Mariner's fans screaming for baseball blood, and finally down near the West Seattle Bridge, feeling warmer, freer, tougher and the rain having finally died down.

The path to West Seattle Bridge crosses many train tracks where automated or partially automated trains run short runs to load up and move those huge storage containers. As I approached the bridge, I saw a train coming. If I would have hurried I might have passed in front of it, but it didn't occur what was happening until too late.

I sat there, got off my bike and peed in the grass, and waited, looking off into the distance to see if I could determine how long the train was. It was long. After a while, it actually stopped, blocking my way for who knows how long. I sat for a long time. There wasn't really any way around it. On the ends of each car were thin, minimalist metal ladders, and a platform leading over.

If I hadn't had my bike, I might have considered just climbing up one side and down the other, but I knew it would even then be a stupid risk to take. I know how easy those wheels slice your damn legs in half. Finally the wheels made a sound like escaping steam, and then a minute or so later the CRUNK CRUNK CRUNK of metal fittings straining against each other began and the train finally moved.

I hustled my way across the bridge and started looking for this performance. Somehow I had the idea that the party somehow occurred in one of those storage containers, but I did eventually find the huge warehouse building where it actually was. It really was big, with huge cranes on the ceiling, and several storage containers scattered around all over it.

I finally got the gist of it. The art and sculpture was the storage containers. There was a big photo of another sculpture a guy had done with storage containers, stacking six of them haphazardly in some desert-like location. But here in the warehouse the main attraction was just one that had been leaned up against another one.

Along the lower third of it, there were all kinds of boards, pieces of sheet metal and wires clamped or otherwise attached to the bottom edge of the freight container. We sat around for awhile and then the emcee came up and told us that the performance was starting. This guy with headphones came out and started wielding these boards and rubbing them against surfaces in the metal. There was another guy with an electronic board messing with the feedback. He pounded on pieces of it with his fists, plucked things, played things with bows, and basically made a bunch of slow, eerie sounds.

It was cool but I kept wanting him to just bang on the side of the storage container himself. He never did. People were putting their heads against the metal to feel the vibrations. It actually reminded me of this CD with a sheet metal case that I bought when I first moved to Seattle called Metal de Metal by Aube.

Then he finished and I was left to schmooze. (Might have actually hooked up another client...we are running out of schedule!)

There was another more bandlike band later called PlanB (what a horrible name for a band!). They were good, and they had this guy projecting these amazing 3-d graphics that pulsed in time with the music. Sort of like racing fuzzy comics.

I asked him what software it was and he told me that he wrote it, using C++ and OpenGL. He's a programmer for Adobe, and he's been doing this in his spare time.

I was hungry like a beast from bike-riding and tried to talk a few people into heading to Chinatown for some kind of sloppy soup, but no takers. I got on my bike and started the insane ride back.

On my way back I encountered another train, this one was stopped by the time I got to it and had no signs of moving. I looked at it for a long time, and then firmly hoisted my bike up onto my shoulder, swung myself up in one movement, and was up and over to the other side of the car in seconds. The train still hadn't started moving as it went out of sight behind me with the wind whooshing in me.

I stopped at Ocean City for a sloppy bowl of soup and some cold soy milk before I began the gnarly-ass bike ride the rest of the way home. It was a good date.

September 11, 2004

i'm stuck with the tinyblog

Wtihout my mom's house and satellite TV I would have so much less exposure to Miller High Life and Natassja Kinski. God bless her soul, may she have lucrative TV work and sexy, slightly intelligent B-Movie work for all her days Amen.

The honey harvest is over and went well. This time I did get stung. In the hand. It was a big adrenaline rush but not that much of a big deal. This year's honey crop is fucking magnificent and I pity you terrible bastards who don't qualify for a jar. You may email me and apply for an application if you wish.

I started a secret blog but I can't tell anyone I know about it. Hence no one reads it. Hence it's boring to write in it. (But that won't stop me entirely) Hence, I'm stuck with the tinyblog. How sweet it is. You know this is my 700th post?

And in several years I have not changed my design at all. I've had ideas, but I simply can't think of anything that's quite as cool as my photos of Aidan Fay.

You know, speaking of Aidan, I ran into his mommy the other day at the Vomit Tavern on capitol hill (where they do not serve frosty mugs of Miller High Life for one solitary dollar like the's practically like drinking for free!).

We had a good time talking and I finally got to introduce her to Beth, which was cool. I always thought they'd get along in a weird way. Aidan is like 12 now, so that picture is like, so dated. He was 5. That means I'm practically old.

Okay, love you all, but I really need to get back to Natassja.

September 7, 2004

i have to say something

Please do not vote for George Bush.

I know that his confident leadership seems very important in such a hellish time. He seems to send such a confident, common-sense, one-pointed message.

Really though, it's a message of being confidently willing to murder and torture tens of thousands of people to protect the interests of he, his family and his direct constituency.

I know that John Kerry represents a much less surefooted path. We all wish there was a strong, compassionate, realistic leader with vision and grace to lead us.

You may complain that we only have two choices, and that they both seem so similar. But in this situation, by selecting one of them you are sending a message about how the next to choices need to position themselves.

John Kerry saw firsthand what it was like to be involved in the business of killing and fear for money. He's trying to sell his heroism, but frankly I wish he could sell his inner conflict. I wish he could talk about why he threw his medals (ribbons, whatever).

I'd rather see America enter into a less confident negotiation with the world, and would be willing to accept a decreased standard of living if it means that my tax money would have less blood on it.

To my friends in Rockford, I ask you to reconsider your position.

George Bush being president is physically harmful to the people of the world and I think that John Kerry and his conflicted standpoints are less harmful.

I endorse John Kerry for president.

August 30, 2004

bleary eyed hackerboy

Don't know how I manage to do bleary eyed hacking on my friend's top secret pet project after coding all day some days is beyond me. Makes me tired but volunteer work keeps me sane.

I taught a little web development class at a cool little place called the QCafe, and I'm doing another one in late September. If you live in Seattle and want to learn a little web development from step zero, you should come. Lemme know.

August 18, 2004

i have a prepared statement

While unpacking, I just came across a note card in my handwriting that I have no memory of writing.

I have a prepared statement:
I was hungry for spaghetti, but I went to sleep instead. I knew that the person who woke up would not be the person who went to sleep, so I jotted a note to remember to tell you all the things I know I can't tell you.

August 12, 2004

get the chick of your dreams monsieur arthritis

Best Email subject line ever!

Monsieur Arthritis actually sounds like a good band name.

I'm doing fine, just spending a lot of time on computer projects for other people and wandering about like a lost soul. Often I don't know what I'd say here.

July 31, 2004

thanks for the tip

To those who suggested I use wire for my mala...

I did actually mention that in my post. The problem is that although wire doesn't break, it doesn't knot reliably, and crimps seem to get worried free. I think the solution is just lighter beads, that don't have such sharp, string-wearing surfaces.

In any case, I lost at least half of my lapis beads, and a strand of them is pretty expensive. I'm also just ready for any kinds of changes in my life. I feel really willing to just try totally new things that have been in my head for awhile.

July 29, 2004

tinyblog post between the late movie and the late late movie

Tonight as I was walking home from the grocery store, with a backpack full of movies, canned goods and stupid things like sponges, tape and toothpicks that a new household needs, and a grocery bag with bread and zucchini, I had a really strange experience. I heard a sound like falling pebbles, and looked down. There were pebbles on the ground and it was like they were jumping around at my feet or something. It died down a little as I looked.

I thought maybe I had been kicking them as I had been walking, and I started walking again, kicking the ground a little extra, but no noise. It was like someone had dropped the pebbles, or thrown them softly at me. I looked all around and didn't see anyone. I couldn't think of any explanation and it was a little disturbing and I felt kind of stupid. A few last pebbles clackered.

I walked on, trying to put it together, and then I heard a few more clacks, and finally the rest of my broken mala fell at my feet. I was a little sad, but I laughed. I haven't had such good luck with malas...with wearing anything really.

A mala is a string of 108 beads. It's sort of like a rosary, in fact rosary is one translation. I learned how to pray the rosary back in the day, and I knew my mom respected it a lot. I still know the Lord's Prayer, and the Hail Mary. I thought it was a little silly, but let me tell you, you feel different after you say 108 prayers, even if you don't think you're going to. Both a rosary and a mala have a larger bead on one end. On the mala it's called the lama bead, and when you reach it, you turn around and go the other way.

My lama gave me my first mala...made out of lotus seeds. They're these pitted white spheres, usually about a centimeter across. I like them. They're light, and when you say a lot of mantras, it picks up the oils in your fingers and gets kind of golden brown, like a white clay Meerschaum pipe.

But I'm hard on jewelry. I've never been able to wear a watch. I leave them about and drop them. Rings, bracelets, necklaces, I've never been able to wear them. But when I got that first mala I wore it. I wore it and I slept in it. I didn't think it was uncomfortable. I did a lot of mantras and it got a warm brown. But it also started to break down and the beads cracked under the rough treatment I tend to give to all inanimate objects in my care. Especially a tool like a mala.

First I replaced beads, but then finally I just had to give up and get a new mala, and only use a few beads from the old one. I went through several. Everyone else seemed to be able to keep theirs together.

Then I started getting stone ones...quartz crystal mostly I think. They were sturdier, but unfortunately harder on the string. They are heavy and have sharp edges that rub against strings and wear them out quick. I tried a lot of different kinds of nylon string, kite string, everything. Sooner or later they'd get a little tug and go, and I'd be hunting for beads, and usually buying a few new ones.

You can use the superthin plastic-encased stainless steel cord, which is much stronger, but it can't be tied as reliably as string. You can close it with crimps, but the weight of everyday wearing and use just seems to pull apart the knots and loosen the crimps.

When I met my friend Jesse at a Medicine Buddha retreat, he pulled out this Lapis mala and really blew me away. The iconic color of the Medicine Buddha is blue like Lapis Lazuli, so it seemed doubly cool. I drooled over it for awhile and a year later he gave it to me all spiffed up with purple tassles and counters and such for my birthday.

Lapis is particularly heavy, and it would weigh down at the bottom and pull my chest hairs. It was worth it, though, it was really beautiful. I ended up taking off the tassels and just using the lapis beads. It was already fancy enough that way. Whenever I had a girlfriend I would sleep naked and put it by the bedside, but when I'm alone I sleep in my clothes and leave the mala on.

That Lapis mala broke several times when I was with Roseanne, but always when we could recover most of the beads, and she, bless her heart, restrung my mala every time. It broke a month or two before I left, and I hadn't restrung it. It was missing a bead or two (lapis beads are are to get in singles, and expensive!) I had replaced them, and it had been sitting in a bowl for weeks.

When I left the house I fixed Roseanne's computer and she restrung my mala one last time. It was so appreciated.

This time I think I must have lost at least half the beads, and I think it's time to think of a lighter material. I've been thinking maybe I would try something like bone or polished wood. I had a bone one once before...I think wood would be nice. I hope I can find some nice smooth wooden beads.

July 8, 2004


I'm going to sleep so late every night.

I'm in between worlds.

I'm defending the weblog over at Meeting of the Minds.

I'm drinking less coffee than usual.

I'm not as hungry as usual.

I'm tired and wired and inspired.

Oh ride's truck is not currently in a state to drive to Illlinois. Will talk to the mechanic tomorrow. I hope I don't have to buy a damn plane ticket after all. I gotta get the hell out of Seattle for a little while.

July 6, 2004

i'm sorry i can't explain it to you better

I was really feelin� the freedom the first few nights. Wow, I thought, I can do whatever I want. I went out and stayed out late with friends, and rented all kinds of weird movies that only I would like.

I went to several parties, including a sarong party. I went to a Balinese import shop and bought a pretty sarong, and had the lady show me how to wear it. I looked pretty foxy and I walked wild all over Cap Hill, causing whatever trouble I could manage to get into.

Then, on the third of July, I went over to a friend�s housewarming party and stepped off a curb wrong and twisted my foot. It immediately felt like the party was over. I stayed home by myself of July 4th, and nursed my foot and iced it and did some billable work and watched movies. I felt really lonely and I missed fireworks, which I have always loved.

It made me feel extra mortal, and really feel the hard work I have to do in rebuilding my life and slowly finding this new vision.

Then today, I went over to Roseanne�s house to expedite some car moving. I saw Sam, Roseanne�s kid there. I�ve seen him a couple of times, but didn�t know how to say goodbye to him or how to say�anything to him. But I was really moved and so I asked him to come sit out on the couch with me.

�Sam�, I said, �I�m really sad that I�m not going to be able to see you around as much. I�d kinda gotten used to it.� I stalled for a long time.

�Does it feel weird?� I asked.

He stuck half his hand in his mouth, �Yes.�

�How come?�

�I don�t know, it just feels wierd.�

�Is your mom sad?�

He thought about it for awhile, and removed all but one finger. �Yeah.�

�I�I�m sorry I can�t explain this to you a little better.�

�I�m sorry too.�

That kind of threw me for a loop. �You mean�sorry I can�t explain it to you better?�


�I just want you to know that I really love you. You know the rocket we were building?�


�Tell your mom to set it aside and I will come build it with you and we�ll shoot it off.�

�Cool.� He thought for awhile, then pointed to a big vase sitting in the front garden, �You see that vase? I filled it with water while I was watering the garden.�

�That�s cool.�

I�m so sorry I can�t explain it to you better, Sam. If I could, I would just tell you the whole story. But I can�t. And there�s nothing but the whole story that would come close to an explanation. I�ll miss you, kiddo. I can�t wait until we can shoot off that four foot florescent pink rocket.

July 1, 2004

on the daniel talsky tip

Alright, for the Rockford people, I am leaving Seattle on probably the 9th, putting me in Rockford by the 12th or 13th. I plan to be there for a week before I head back to Seattle. (Maybe leaving the 20th? 21st?)

I will be reachable by anyone by cel or Email for the entire month, even though my physical situation will be fairly far-flung. So if you have my cel number you can still expect to reach me just fine. And my email works just fine.

June 22, 2004

a few tinyblog changes

A few changes around here...


Roseanne has always been an occaisional guest blogger around here, but with a$$hole guest-posting as well, it has officially become a multi-user blog. For that reason it seemed important to have some kind of clear identifier of who was writing a specific post. So now you'll see, up in the upper-left hand corner of each post, below the title...a small icon and name of the Author.

Roseanne's posts are a little harder to's her eye picture.


I finally got a Gmail account. I have my own server-maintained email addresses, but I don't like to point all my public web stuff at them. I've been pointing them all at my hotmail account for years, but I finally decided to abandon that damn thing and point everything at

June 8, 2004

fun with the Bourne-again shell

-bash-2.05b$ fortune

Don't let your mind wander -- it's too little to be let out alone.

June 5, 2004

inexplicable tinyblog poetry

I'm scratching a daughter out of myself
one smooth daughter thick in the tush
with one sock on and lots of habits
bitch is creative and has sparkly toes.
She's covered in felt,
and mystery laced crimes
she has mucho talent in the BEWARE department.

I'm scratching her out so she'll listen this time
or forget to cover me with habits
and shouting at just the wrong person.

I'm scratching her out
but don't worry.

I'll take care of her.

June 2, 2004


Didn't post in a long time again. Neither did Zan, but at least she offered an explanation. Well, her explanation goes for me too.

Partially, I guess I really just liked having my 666th entry up there for a while.

Also it kinda threw me for a loop that my Berkeley database got corrupted. I may have to convert the tinyblog to postgres. In my spare time.

May 22, 2004

comments back up

Looks like all the comments for the tinyplace sites are back up, but I did lose a handful of them. So sad. Man, I guess I'm gonna have to drop Berkely DB (the only option when MT first came out) and move to a postgres or mysql database, which I would have a much better chance of fixing or maintaining myself.

Luckily, my man Michal, at my very kind host, Cornerhost, at least knows enough to fix some corrupted tables. Thanks Michal, and if you're considering a webhost for your personal site and blogging needs, I really have never experienced better customer service.

May 17, 2004

crap! weird MT behaviour, no comments

Roseanne told me this morning that the tinyblog was down. I rebuilt, which brought it back up, but now my comments are not publishing to the site.

They are there on the back end... I can view and edit them in Movable Type, but I can't get them to show up on the site.

I have a comment into the support forum but it's been as of yet ignored.

So in the comments, or they will disappear into the ether. Please just email me:

April 27, 2004

so daniel, what's up witchu?


I do a lot of weeding. We have a garden. We planted garlic when it was still all cold, and now it's getting really tall. We have herbs and flowers. There's almost always something happening in the garden year round. I'm also starting to learn what all the weeds are and their root patterns and such. I'm starting to walk down the street and think about what the names for all the plants are. I'm a little less likely to destroy plants idly as I'm walking around in the forest. druidic!

I wrote a poem about domestic tranquility, but I'm not quite ready to release it yet.

Robotic Cats

Feels normal now to wake up in the morning when Ben comes over and shuffle groggily in, check blogs, and then be a Robotic Cat for awhile. We have clients, and we're courting more. We find people who might be interested in our services who have the money to pay for them at a steady trickle. Once we get all the details worked out, this is going to start to make us a pretty decent living.


A couple of our closest friends broke up recently. We went on countless trips and dinners and hikes and movies and game nights with them. Now they're not a couple anymore and there's bitterness and loyalty issues and bad behaviour on everyone's part (definately myself included). I thought it would be at least medium cool, but it really sucked and affected every part of my life. Even professionally.


I'm getting married in July, then the situation will be as it should, with Roseanne and I as husband and wife. It's so sweet and stressful. We kind of wish we had the money to go see a counselor or something, because we hear it's a really good idea for people to do before they get married. But man, to go see someone it's hundreds of dollars, and it's hard to prioritize that before car insurance. Plus, we're really working hard to communicate, and pull together, and compromise, and all that. I think we'll be okay.

Roseanne got a job at the SJCC doing massage two days a week. How cool. Her first two days filled up right away. Her arms are gonna get strong.


Sam's doing good. He cracks me up, he can read at probably the 2nd or 3rd grade level at least (he's 6) but he doesn't know the alphabet. Freaky progressive education. He's into Legos and really likes to garden with us.

My good friend Cara came up from New Jersey at the tracker school and had her birthday party at our house, then Sunday Suki had a wicked BBQ and I got to see my awesome NYC friend Shiela Joon. She's just a powerhouse of love and innocence and sexuality and friendship and pathos. I heart both of them bigtime, and it's precious to see them since they live all the way across the country now.

Been really grokking Prefuse 73... what an awesome DJ! Seems like it's a lot harder to get music off the internet these days. I think all those lawsuits really did have a chilling effect. I'd really like to expand out a little and hear some new stuff. We listen to music a lot. That Bob Dylan guy's pretty damn good, too.

Other than that, I've just been being a good Neo-Hippie.

Goood Neo-Hippie

Hmn...I think that's it. Now when people ask me, "so daniel, what's up witchu?", I can credibly refer them to my blog, like a good blogger.

April 9, 2004


If you would like to be considered for a wedding invite, please Email me your street address. ( For many many reasons we have to limit the amount of people we're inviting, but it's safe to say all my old Illinois friends are invited (Bill, I already have your address.)

This is basically a call for people who aren't sure if I have their address...or people who really would like to come, but I might not have thought of due to limited wedding brain space.

Also, someone requested the link to our wedding registry.

April 6, 2004

i'm so glad gw is looking out for the little guy


GodDAMN taxes hurt me this year. I made some money in unemployment, some money as an independant contractor, and some money as a partnership.

All those years I did massage trades for someone to do my stupid 1040EZ. Now I'm doing it myself and I filled out seven tax shit. A 1040, a schedule C for the business, a schedule E, a 1065, and a schedule K-1 for the partnership, and then a schedule SE for the self-employment tax, and then one more form to beg for payments since I don't happen to have 3 large just laying around.

Man, I hid my head in the sand this year. I knew it was going to hurt, and it did.

March 26, 2004

mind your own business

Sometimes the way I operate works.

If I'm mad at someone, or think their behavior was not good, even by the person's own standards, I often try to give them the opportunity to defend themselves, and explain why they acted the way they did.

What's good about this is that a lot of times I learn what the person's rationale was, or I learn some factors that I didn't know about. Then instead of having harbored resentment for a long time, I know what the score really is, and the person feels like I dealt with them squarely...without a twist.

Or they just apologize, or say that they just didn't consider it that way and that they appreciate the insight.

Sometimes it doesn't work.

I end up sounding self-righteous and like I'm "pointing out the speck in someone else's eye before romoving the plank from my own".

The person gets defensive, and I realize what a jerk I was, I and I end up ruining that person's trust in me.

As I've gotten older, I think I've gotten a little more wise. I actually do try to let people make their own mistakes, and only say something when they have broken some kind of committment, or crossed some kind of boundary with me personally...then I feel a little more like I have a leg to stand on.

But what do you do when you can hardly look at a friend, because you feel so much animosity about the way they've treated other people? Should you bite it down and just let your friendship drift away? Try to generate some kind of understanding?

When do you say, "Look, you're my friend, and the way you treated someone else, and the way you're operating seems really odious to me, and as your friend I just want to give you some feedback and a chance to explain yourself."

I guess anything can be said if it's said properly, but sometimes if something's really stuck in my craw, it's tough for me to keep my cool in the heat of the moment. So there I am...not trusting myself enough to say something for fear of lashing out, and feeling really grouchy at the person and not knowing how to feel close to them again without communicating.

It's a bitch!

March 24, 2004

tobin show

Going out tonight to hear some Amon Tobin wit my mans Ben and Nate. Tha Girls are having Girls Art Nite. No doubt we will get some pics of the art tomorrow on Loverzan.

Who is Amon Tobin and why am I bothering to see him? He's a producer Deejay guy who writes interesting music with beats (ie. not the same damn beat for 8 minutes with a pause where some bombastic black lady sings "Gonna shake yo asssss off").

His signature style is to pick some audio sample from some cheesy movie, and build a sonic vibe around it. Maybe tomorrow I'll drop some empeethrees up here for those who have never heard 'em.

But not tonight...I can't even wait for the upload. I gotta go.

March 18, 2004

80's bands who rocked the geek


If you're not an old-school computer person, you may not realize that a hard drive was not always something that came with a home computer.

When you turned on a Commadore 64, or a TRS-80, it just loaded up the entire operating system into RAM, and there you were, faced with a fresh system that looked exactly like it looked the last time you turned it matter what you had done with it last time. I think my phone has more memory than my first computer.

I typed many many many basic programs into the computer for literally hours, watched their 10 seconds of output (OMIGOD! IT'S A CRUDE PICTURE OF THE SPACE SHUTTLE! AND IT ONLY TOOK ME 14 HOURS TO TYPE FROM RUN MAGAZINE!), and then they were gone forever when I turned them off.

Even having removable storage, like a disk drive, where one could SAVE programs for later was considered an incredible luxury to most home computer users.

But, the earliest computers had a way to read and write data: sound. You could shoot a program out the speaker jack, and read a program via the mic jack. Meaning you could store programs on...cassette.

Yes, cassette. I had games like the insanely hard (and really quite spooky) text adventure BEDLAM. The TRS-80 also had cartridges too...not sure about the C64.

So it's no surprise that some bands in the late 70's and early 80's got fascinated with the streams of clicks and beeps (most people know this well as the sound of connecting via dial-up), and the possibility of including them on an album, and making the data itself part of the album.

Suddenly, artists no longer had to be satisfied by including satanic messages backwards in the they could encode computer programs that displayed things like this on the screen:

you should see the source code

(Code in the song 'Thank You' on Scottish band Urusei Yatsura's 'Everybody Loves Urusei Yatsura' album, released on their own Oni records.)

And how did one get it on their computer? You had to tape the track on cassette and then figure out how to load it.

Anyway, this whole blog entry is really a neophyte's introduction to Kempa's really astoundingly cool and well researched post about computer programs on vinyl. By the way, I think I should say it's via Xblog.

March 17, 2004

something good gonna happen

Coming from northern Illinois, I got used to the fruits of a large Italian community. Inexpensive, hearty, warm, loud pizza joints. As much as I bitch about the politics of my old Rockford friends, I sure miss going to get $5.00 large sausage pizzas at Pino's where they cut it into squares, and inhaling it over Dungeons and Dragons and Dr. Pepper.

Pizza. Pizza that has a lot of cheese, and isn't paper thin, and doesn't come with sun-dried tomatoes. It isn't that easy to find in Seattle. I was beginning to think there wasn't a regular old pizza and pasta place in the whole city until I moved a mile away from one.


In a city where it's easy to spend almost $30 on one large frou-frou pizza with several toppings, it's nice to get a real pizza for $20 instead. They don't deliver...but if ya can't get off your lazy ass and go 8 blocks, I guess ya deserve Pagliacci's.

The place is called Santorini's Pizza and Pasta. Gino runs the place, and obviously knows half the people who come there by name. His son and daughter work there, too. Both, good looking kids.

They don't have a website. Go figure. I wanted to order ahead one day and I didn't have their menu, so I tried to look it up on the web. I had a hard time even finding their phone number.

So that day, when we were there waiting for our pizza, I asked Gino son they'd ever thought about a website. "Nah," he said, "we're not computer guys."

"Well, I'm a computer guy, that's why there is computer guys," I said.

"We might be moving anyway...we don't need a website."

So I went home, but I thought, 'Hey, I'd like a website just so I knew the pizza menu...maybe I'll offer to throw up something simple for them for free...they don't have to do anything but say it's okay.'

So next time I came back I asked the son, figuring maybe I could talk some sense into him. I offered, but he refused. "I got a wedding coming up," he says, "I'm too busy for anything extra. Plus, we might be moving."

"That's the nice thing about websites," I say, hardly ever knowing when to shut up, "you can change it easy."

Finally he got a little sick of me. "We don't need a website," he says, gesturing to the restaurant, "We got our own people!"

I figured they were both sick of me, but then when Gino saw me at the gas station he hailed me heartily, as only an old Italian guy can, "Hey! The website guy!" He asked me how business was and slapped me on the back. It reminds me that even if I'm a web application developer and an interface designer and and and information architect...I'm still The Website Guy to an old Italian guy. It made me proud to be the website guy.

He told me that they might be losing the property, and that they'd been there for, like, 20 years. They weren't even sure if they were going to open another place before they had to move. For some reason the thought of no Santorini's on the corner of 35th and 110th really bummed me out. Not just cause I'd miss the pizza.

I hadn't been by in a while but I went to Santorini's tonight, after an argument and a vicious craving for tortellini. It was late on St. Patricks day and there were a couple of small groups of old italian guys...old hardened Italians who said motherfucker a lot.

They walked out, and Gino gave me a nod. "How's business!?" he yelled across the restaurant. "Good!" I yelled back. I smiled. It had been awhile, but that man is in the business of recognizing faces.

Suddenly it really bummed me out...seeing them there...thinking of what that place meant to me. I was forcing down the last few bites of my tortellini (stomach says stop, mouth says go!) when the waitress lays a glass of chianti at my table. "It's from my dad," she says, as she probably has one thousand times before.

I drank the wine, took the pen from the check, and started to write this blog entry on my bookmark. When I left, I waited for Gino to come out the back room. I said hi, but wasn't sure what to say. I asked him about the move and he seemed real heavy about it right away.

"I dunno. They want to build here. We might have to leave...October....November. I don't know. "

He paused.

"I got a feeling. Something good gonna happen."

February 13, 2004

why i'm glad peta exists

There's a lot of talk about an organization I'm sure many are familiar with, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, or PETA at Frizzen Sparks.

Bill, the freaky semi-libertarian author of Frizzen Sparks (who's actually been one of my best friends since like 1987, and still lives lives in my hometown in the enlightened bible belt state of Illinois) complains that the very premises of PETA are completely hypocritical. He is quite fond of dissecting their idiotic comments out of context a-la Rush Limbaugh (minus the oxycontin) and calling them (along with other liberals) 'moonbats'.

That's why I decided to write this short essay entitled, Why I'm glad PETA exists:

The fundamental idea of PETA, is that animals are sentient beings that should be afforded the same rights as human beings. In fact, from the PETA website:

PETA believes that animals deserve the most basic rights�consideration of their own best interests regardless of whether they are useful to humans. Like you, they are capable of suffering and have interests in leading their own lives; therefore, they are not ours to use�for food, clothing, entertainment, or experimentation, or for any other reason.

So clearly, this is a pretty extreme view, that is perhaps a little more than 3 inches to the left of reality. But in my opinion, it is to our benefit that such a view exists.

Currently, the idea of ethical conduct towards animals is something that is pretty well scoffed at in most industries that stand to profit of animals. The meat industries view animals as basically inconvenient blocks of meat, and are really biding their time until they can have what they really want, which is basically tank grown boneless cubes of meat that fit precisely into their slicing equipment.

But they don't have that yet, and animals fight and get deseases and such. So they pump them up with chemicals, feed them each other, and basically do their best to produce the cheapest possible meat without animals actually getting Mad Cow.

Does this benefit the consumer? No. I don't need to go into what the industrial attitude towards food creates...Upton Sinclair and Eric Schlosser have covered the topic pretty well.

The point I'm making, is that the extreme of profit is one extreme, and there has to be the other extreme to balance it out.

It's sort of like the ACLU putting incredible time and resources into making sure that neo-nazis can say all kinds of fucked up things. It's not that I'm glad the ACLU is there so that innocent Nazi's can be's because I'm glad someone's there vociferously protecting the erosion of free speech.

So PETA is the extreme voice that keeps industries having to do with animal production (barely) from going to the extreme of profit, and being able to endlessly bilk the public about it with their bottomless PR dollars. This is a good thing.

Would even Frizzen Sparks disagree?

January 13, 2004

doodle of a squishy door and a teenage hobbit


Other Doodles on the tinyblog:

My Math Notes
The Peas Arch
The Plesenarch
My Fav Sketches

December 1, 2003


the thanksgiving double header was beautiful

I stand up.

thank you amazing honey

I fall down.

thank you amazing family

November 4, 2003

beware the time cat!

Halloween recap, for those remote or absent:

Rowan Robin:


Is that a peacock, or a peahen?


Silver foxiness:


Pippi serves dinner:


Dishes with an attitude.




October 27, 2003

my halloween pumpkin this year



...and back


October 21, 2003

ok. no. you can't play.

Wulfram II is a free networked game (that I haven't quite been able to play through the firewall) . I thought thier log of players they'd kicked off their network was amusing.

October 20, 2003

we found a robotic cat


Thanks honey, for the sharp eye.

October 12, 2003

landscaper girl

My girl who loves to sleep in, got herself a job where she has to get up early in the morning and landscape her little butt off.

I can't help it, I'm so proud of her.

She comes home with big mossy hunks of wood covered in moss and ferns saying, "Can I keep it?"


"Sure," I say, as long as you can find a place for it.

September 9, 2003

a lil' vacation at beth's

When I got here Jason was packing his stuff. She took him to an undisclosed location a few hours south of the city, and was going to meet me at a Georgetown bar called the nine-pound hammer, around 2200hrs.

They told me the best Mexican food restaurant in the neighborhood and Jason said I could just ride his bike and not have to drive. They headed out at about 1800hrs and I retired upstairs to play EV : Nova before I left.

The Mexican food restaurant? Nice lady, good guacamole. Soggy Chili Rellenos though. I ate until I was stuffed to the gills and almost finished the combo. I put Jason's too-tight bike shoes back on, and proceeded to the hammer.

A pool game and a couple of drinks and 2230hrs. No Beth. Sweet lonely Georgetown...I headed home. The hammer is about the only mellow place in Georgetown.

Beth called me on the way home. Dear girl, she was just heading home now and lost one of her contact lenses. Poor thing, had to put up with Jason's antidisestablishmentarianism for the last few months; I bet she's still sad to see him go. Hope she gets home okay with a missing contact.

Had fun but missn'my girl.

September 4, 2003

more business of business

For those who don't live with me and are curious how the whole business thing is going, it seems to be going rather well. If everyone who had contacted us in the past 2 weeks about our services were to say they wanted to hire us, then we'd probably have to either turn some work down or hire someone.

It's cool. But it's still the interim phase where I'm going to have to work my ass off a little before there's actual cash flow resulting from all this interest. But damn, I think we're rollin' like a real business. I have a feeling that our first year of business might end up being profitable.

July 2, 2003

grown-ups send birthday cards

Dear Friends and Family,

(if you don't care about all the hairy details, just skip to the last paragraph)

You see, I've never been very good at remembering numbers and dates. It seems to slip from my brain in elusive ways. I've been...untimely about my own mother's birthday too many times. God knows it's not that I just don't care...I really do care about people's birthdays and phone numbers.

I was really happy when I first got a cel phone and realized I never had to remember anyone's phone number ever again. Technology had saved me.

Well, at some point in my web development career, I realized that technology could help me again. For a long time I've wanted to write a little application to remind me about dates I needed to remember via Email in a way I could completely configure and scale. Just recently that became a little more technically feasable for me.

So, because I really do care, and I know people like it when they get aknowledged for their birthdays, (and because I finally finished up some of the web development work I was heatedly working on) I've decided to go ahead and make myself this tool. I'm sending this to everyone I can think of, (even to people who I actually know their birthdays!) and posting it to my if this message reaches you, and you'd like to be aknowledged on your birthday (or some other date) please send me your complete name and date of birth, and your mailing address if you don't mind (I lost a lot of this info in a sad computer crash about a year back). Thanks so much for your help in my being a grown-up.

Daniel Talsky

June 30, 2003

bed making innovation

Rzan has an innovative method of making the bed. If she's already up, she gets back into bed, gently pulls the covers up around her, and then slides out. Voila!

June 24, 2003


I've been really fascinated lately with the idea of workflow. More and more I'm starting to think about how creating (and sometimes documenting) workflow is a really important part of any job.

I'm doing some work for the Stroum Jewish Community School, and I have to be able to show them how to do what I'm doing next time. So I'm making little workflow descriptions for each task. More and more I'm seeing how valuable good workflow is.

For instance, the workflow for washing the dishes starts with putting away all the dishes that are in the rack. The workflow for creating a new website starts with making a list of all the information and ideas that the website is going to be a container for. More and more I see that establishing an efficient workflow is what allows a person to make money with their time.

Indeed workflow is an industry in and of itself. PERT Charts, Flowcharts, The Workflow Management Coalition.

I'm getting kind of curious...what is your workflow like? What workflows have you established that are valuable to you? What workflows have you developed that help you make a living?

June 3, 2003

for when you get busted...

It's awfully useful to have at least read the ACLU's Bust Card.

May 29, 2003

got one

Well, we got one rat. It went for the bait on the second day. We took in to a wilderness area in Seattle and let it go. Last night we heard another one in the walls. The trap has been reset.

Wish I woulda taken a picture. It was kinda cute.

Update: Last night a rat tripped the trap but managed to avoid being in it. Little bugger. Plus someone ransacked our cars but really didn't take anything. Guess they didn't like our groovy cassettes. Hehehehe.

May 28, 2003

happy birthday bill


May 26, 2003

quote of the day, by ben sodenkamp

Ben: But that's in the log files isn't it?

Daniel: Yeah, it's HTTP-Referrer.

Jessica: I'm going outside.

Daniel: You made Jessica go away!

Ben: Man, computers suck. They make girls go away.

May 14, 2003

the wappingers falls

I finally got back my pictures of Wappingers Falls themselves...I wonder if my sister has seen it yet.

the falls

I like that big rusty aquduct thing. I really like to take photos of the harmony of junk and nature.

hidden treasure!

May 11, 2003

sometimes it's so nice

winnie the pooh, winnie the pooh

May 7, 2003

back from wappingers falls

I'm back from my week at Kagyu Thubten Choling. It was some good mixture of fun and poignant. I even got to go see a movie with my sister (X2, which was surprisingly good.)

May 1, 2003

special wappingers falls edition

Thanks to Wappingers Falls' Grinell Public Library for helping my bring you this special tinyblog post from New York.

After a brief amount of time at JFK airport, I was transported to the magical land of upstate New York.

It's pretty here, first of all. It's just spring here, and the land is so green and hilly, kind of like I remember Tenessee being, only more...rocky I guess. There's a cool little health food store that's a lot like a PCC in Seattle, so I don't have to worry about being able to get good coffee or soap.

Wappingers Falls is actually quite a nice place. There is a little suburbian strip with gas stations, mini-malls, and K-Mart, but there's also a rustic part of town that has a bunch of pretty little shops and such. (People who know me know how I feel about pretty little shops.) My sister drove me through town when I arrived so I'd know where everything was.

People who know my sister often ask how she's doing, and I could never really answer. "Good, I guess," I'd say, since she never really gives such a succinct statement in her letters to me. But now I can say she is doing good. She's living a life I think a lot of people wish they could live. Or maybe without the consecutive hours of chanting in Tibetan.

The land is right on a river, and it's spacious and lovely. The main building where she stays has rooms, a kitchen and a dining room downstairs. Then, upstairs, is a big pretty shrine room that gets a lot of use. Most people don't know how elaborate Tibetans like to do their shrines. They are usually of the opinion that More Buddha Stuff = More Blessings. So it's not this austere zen sort of thing. Really vivid colors and many many buddha statues. They cover the upper walls in rows of glass cabinets.

The statues are called rupas. There must be about 100 or so 6" Buddha rupas, and then about 18 8" Tara rupas. Then there's a Guru Rinpoche one that's about 4 feet tall, and then there's a large buddha statue that's about...well...a little bigger than life size.

Every morning, there is a morning chant that starts at 6am and lasts a little over two hours. They chant into Tibetan so fast I can't even read the transliteration (the English pronunciation of the Tibetan, which I can actually read pretty well). The morning prayers are over 100 pages long. I'm used to doing only silent meditation on retreat, but really in Tibetan monestaries they don't do much silent meditation. I asked my Lama why once, he said, "Tibetans would just go to sleep."

During the chanting, one person is the chopon. They have a bunch of ritual jobs they do during the puja (chant), so they are always getting up and filling water bowls and lighting butter lamps and setting up little sybolic representations of the universe to offer to all the Buddhas and bodhisattvas. All this activity happens every day...seems like for about an average of 5 or 6 hours a day, and that's why they're all there.

About 15 people stay there, and they are all really nice. However there is the telltale neurosis of strangers living communally. There's a certain finicky low-grade tension about all the chores and things. Many of the people work a part-time job (like my sister) but some are able to make it work on almost no income. Some of them do seem very spiritually mature, and they are all there for the sole reason of practicing diligently and growing spiritually in a very humble way and so it all holds together very well.

I love my sister, and she really was not happy living in Seattle and trying to be some kind of worldly success at something or another. So even though I really miss her living near me, I'm really glad she's in a situation where she feels like her time is not wasted. And of course I myself know to some extant what it feels like...the blessing of practicing dharma in one's life is very noticeable. So I think it's healthy and sweet for her to be here.

Well, I guess I'll walk back to the monastary now. It's so pretty here in town, but I think it's time I went back and did some dharma practice myself.

I think I probably will come back and post again before I leave. Oh, a poem I wrote at the airport...this is mostly for Josh and Yoni, so someone tell them it's here:


I want to record all these people who sound so
New York Ish
I ordered a Kosher meal on the plane
To get in the spirit of things in New York
It was a corned beef and pastrami sandwich.
What, is this some kind of joke?

I couldn't resist, though...
milk in my coffee.

April 29, 2003

28th birthday!

Think it's been a long time since I posted? Well it's going to be even longer, cause I'm going to New York to visit my sister in New York...

fire! fire!

...but when I come back, we're going to have a bonfire birthday party!

If it's at all possible, please do come.

April 15, 2003

survival tips

Some very useful advice that is not funny at all.

Some advice that is slightly less useful, but funnier.

Ok, I'm curious? Which did you read first?

April 7, 2003


Scanning slides for an artist I'm doing a website for. Scan. Scan. Scanscanscan.

I wish I could show you some, because they're really cool...but I can't because she only wants them on her own website of course, but as soon as it's up I'll link to it.

I'm already sick of warring. It just becomes more and more obvious to everyone that it was a dumb idea. Way to blow several billion dollars slaughtering a bunch of people that were running the show in whatever semi-brutal but at least marginally effective way they saw fit to run it.

I think the argument that this was a good idea has to be stretched thinner every day.

I guess I should probably post one's probably around anymore. Well, there's always Loverzan for the complete story. By the way, she just posted a cool post about our walk through the Arboretum.

March 26, 2003

same shit, different war

"Naturally the common people don't want war: Neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship."

"Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country."

- Hermann Goering at the Nuremberg trials, 1946

March 11, 2003

2 x 1/2 = 1 whole


Oh tender girl...

rzan_body_lips_mala.jpg're so sincere and pretty.

I love you honey.

March 7, 2003

be the first to read my math notes

View The Notes (includes another fascinating quote from my math teacher)
Warning, the image is 71k

my business partner: the embodiment of los angeles

What could be more Los Angeles

February 27, 2003

more mirror love

Oh yeah, and I've been meaning to post a couple of recent entries to the mirror project:

Daniel and Rzan
Daniel is Insane

February 8, 2003

the mighty mighty broadband

Courtesy of Ben Sodenkamp, a FreeBSD firewall, Speakeasy, Covad, and the mighty evil empire: Qwest.

Who knew I would have to sell my soul so many times just to get some bandwidth.

February 6, 2003

i'm so happy, i'm just burnin'

The last few days (and probably the next few) have been like those feel-good 80's teen movies.

You know the ones I'm talking about..."hey guys, we can make this work if we all just pitch in and fix up this old abandoned warehouse!" Then there's a musical montage to Neutron Dance or something, and everyone looks all cute while they make funny mistakes and move in fast motion.

Then at the end the warehouse is all cleaned up and everyone is standing in a big group wiping their brows and saying, "We did it, guys!"

We're not quite to the brow wiping part...but it's getting pretty close. The place looks better every day and it just about looks like a place where we can get some serious work done.

January 24, 2003

minor apologies

(in the school's computer lab)

Me: Hey, are you using the scanner?

Him: No.

Me: Well, I'm going to need that computer in a minute, you might want to use another one.

Him: (pointing next to him) Use that one.

Me: The one you're sitting at is the only one with a scanner.

Him: So you want to use my seat?

Me: (losing patience and pointing to the sign next to him) See that big orange sign there that says (enunciating clearly) "Students needing to use the scanner have priority use of this computer."

Him: [Some lame excuse about there not being other seats (there were several) ].

Me: Look, I'm just trying to save you the trouble of having to get into something and then move in five minutes when I'm done with my sandwich!

By now several Asian girls were trying to get him to move to the seat next to him, and long last...he does.

He's in my Business class with me (we both went to it after the lab), and I knew that it had really bummed him out cause he looked really grouchy all through the class. I knew I should apologize to him.

He got out the door too fast, but then I saw him accidentally at the bookstore. I went up to him and apologized. I just said, "I think we caught each other at a bad moment," and said I hadn't meant to come off so harsh. He looked as relieved as I felt.

I just wanted to advocate for minor apologies, that's all.

January 19, 2003

that's the move i like the best

I remember the day when I first moved in with a girlfriend. I did a signifigant amount of it on the bus. I was dragging a huge bag full of stuff behind me and this paint-covered construction worker type said to me, "Hey, you moving?"

"Yeah," I puffed, "I'm moving in with my girlfriend."

"Heheh," he a way that was both knowing and scandalous, "That's the move I like the best."

For some reason it was kind of memorable. He seemed to be saying that he loved it that some woman was sucker enough to let him move in, and it was all easy couch living until she kicked him out, but maybe I'm reading into it. That seemed to be the tone.

I thought of that for some reason when I moved in with the only other girlfriend I ever lived with, and it just occurred to me now, as I sit at my house packing everything but my computer...preparing to move into Rzan's house.

Of course I don't see it quite the same way as that guy. I have never thought of it as a relaxing idea (not since the first time anyway). It's the beginning of having to negotiate so much of your space and personal existance with another person. And to this move is added the astounding feeling of realizing that I don't intend to move again without her.

But this is different than the other two times. It's not under any kind of duress, coercion, or just old-fashioned foolhardiness...I've been around her and Sam quite a bit in the past several months. This month I've practically lived there. But next month, I will officially live there. And I couldn't think of a nicer girl to officially live with.

I'm doing pretty good at packing. I guess it's something you get better at as you get older.

January 15, 2003

bring over your digital camera, ben

My roommate Terra promised to pose for a photo of her cleavage for the tinyblog...slathered with her delicious fresh basil egg salad.

It might happen.

January 6, 2003

day school

Man, I sure liked going to school at night a lot better. In between classes the stairwells are clogged with hordes of asian teens talking on cel phones that cost more than my coat. Plus, there's that whole thing where I'm trying to function and think about SQL queries at 9am. Lame!

I'm glad to be in the classes though, and my Technical Writing instructor is an actual technical writer. I'll bet I can learn a lot from her. I'm not really looking forward to dealing with Algebra again though. It's been a long time, and I really don't remember it being all that much fun.

January 3, 2003

chicago hotdog quest

When I was in Chicago I visited my Dad:


I really wanted a real Chicago style hot dog which you can't really get done right anywhere else. A it's a Vienna beef dog:


On a steamed poppy seed bun, with bright green relish, mustard, diced onion, tomato slices, pickle slices, sport peppers, and ideally celery salt on top. Sounds gross, I know, but really it's an ideal combination of sweet, spicy, and succulent salty flavors. It's one of my favorite foods of all times.


We went out to get one. It was pretty good, but the dog itself was a little mushy, and no poppy seed bun. Guess I'll just have to wait until next year when I'll get another crack at it.



My dear friend Terra took this picture of the dishwasher at the Omega Institute. As a dishwasher/prep cook myself once, I deeply understood.

December 28, 2002

freshwater city

People in Seattle often comment on how the social network seems so small since you always seem to meet the same people randomly, or find out that people you've known for awhile know each other. Plus, when you are in one hood in Seattle, you only need look up to see some other neighborhood - but a hilltop away. In Chicago, though, in each of the four directions you see only the street you're on going off infinately into the horizon.

It is a serious city. It's a city that swollows me up whole and makes me instantly anonymous. Always the brand new structures are towering among the crumbling monuments of history. Its people tend to be a bit grim. No one thanks the bus driver. There's no Fremont.

There's no network of smaller lakes, just one big lake, Lake Michigan. It's a huge wall bordering the whole eastern border of the city. It's one of the great lakes. It's almost like an ocean, a body of water that you can't see land on the other side, but the water is freshwater.

Seattle has only one token ethnic neighborhood, but in Chicago, huge stretches of road throughout the city are devoted to Thai or Vietnamese or Korean owned shops. Whole stretches where I can't read a single sign. Tough Korean old men who stay in their own forever in the wilds of the freshwater city. And I just a white Seattle boy among them.

tinyblog chicago style


I'm writing this post in Chicago, Illinois where I'm visiting my Dad. Sometimes I don't know who's more of a spazz, me or him. It's been nice to see him, though, even though we have always ended up locking horns.

We went to Edwardos and had about the yummiest spinach stuffed pizza you can get. Plus, a few days ago I hung out with my friend Bill Hada and had another great local pie at a little pizzeria. I'm in pizza hog heaven. Maybe I'll even end up getting a Chicago-style hotdog before I leave.

I made it into Illinois a few days ago on Christmas Eve, just in time for the Holiday Madness to begin. I'm staying at my mom's house in Rockford for most of the time I'm here. We had Christmas with my mom's boyfriend Art, Art's son Dan, and Art's mom and aunt.

Art's mom Astrud is starting to get fairly senile, but man, does she like to party. She's the fiestiest 89 year old I've ever met. She mainly drank whisky sours and playfully came on to me as I sat next to her on the couch. "They say you should watch out for me," she'd say, winking and poking me in the ribs with her elbow, "They're right!"

Her sister was even more forgetful, and deaf in one ear. She kept forgetting some very vital information. "I think I forgot where I live," she said to Art.

"Don't worry," he assured her, "I'll get you to the right place."

"Do I have two dogs?" She started to worry about how long she had been gone, and whether her dogs would be okay.

She was mostly deaf and had a very croaky vaice because she had been a chronic smoker her entire life, had developed throat cancer and had radiation therapy in order to treat it...none of which she remembered. She chain smoked in my mother's living room (my mom suspends the rule about smoking in the house for little old senile ladies) and told us she wasn't sure she wanted to spend $500 on a hearing aid when she thought that her across the street neighbors were into the occult and were cursing her.

It was actually very funny and very sad at the same time. My sister was so concerned for her that she ended up slipping her a little picture of White Tara (a Buddhist compassion and long life diety) and told her it would protect her from any evil occult powers. For some reason that made me feel greatly better.

It's been stressful, but last night my mom couldn't sleep so she came out on the couch and passed out there with her legs on my lap. I just read and said mantras for a long time because it was so nice to just be there with her quietly on the couch.

I just gave my Dad a massage before he passed out and now I sit here on his housemate's ancient compaq hacking away into the wee hours. His computer was set to 256 color and I changed it to 24-bit color...he probably didn't even know about that. I wonder if he'll notice. Hehehehe, I love being the beneficient computer gremlin. My god, this is turning into the post from hell.

My mom doesn't have a computer at her house so I've gone into browser withdrawal. If I don't spend a certain amount of time typing into a textbox, I get a little jittery.

December 23, 2002

stupid weblog!

"What a stupid world."
- Calvin of Calvin and Hobbes

Samadhi, Rzan's son, has a love for comics, especially TinTin and Calvin and Hobbes. So lately he's been emulating Calvin by expressing his disdain the Calvin way.

Sam: I want that pecan pie for dessert after dinner.
Mom: Are you sure?
Sam: Are there any cupcakes left?
Mom: No.
Sam: Stupid cupcakes.

His Mom: You have to eat your your dinner if you want any dessert.
Sam: Stupid dessert. Stupid dinner.

December 22, 2002


I'm going back to Illinois for Christmas.

I did finally ending up getting some sleep, and most of my christmas shopping done.

December 2, 2002

christmas impends


I'm starting to get the christmas sweats. I am woefully underprepared and broke. But like it or not it's time to make lists and gather addresses. Goddamnit I'm gonna do it right this year!

November 20, 2002



My sister met a man named Ariel Broido at the dharma center she lives at in New York. He was looking for a place to stay in Seattle in a few months, and my sister suggested he contact me.

So now the teachings are happening here in Seattle, and Ariel is staying at my house. He shared with me some of his photos, like of this woman at losar. Nice.

November 18, 2002

general news log

- still unemployed

- doesn't help much

- lots of time + very little money = fiction

- sleeping 'til 11am

- I know, I know, being unemployed has been SO blogged, but it's new to me.

- babysitting can be meditative

- hi mom!

November 10, 2002

the lotus is gone

I parked two bikes in the front yard and they got stolen yesterday. I don't know why I think that's not going to happen, despite plenty of personal experience to the contrary.

That's so ass. One was my friend Cara's bike (crappy bike, but with an expensive seat on it), and the other was Rzan's (it was a Lotus brand bike...with a basket...I liked it!). I couldn't possibly afford to replace them and so I just feel shitty.

November 7, 2002

an ocean of words


My mom bought a lot of books while she was here in Seattle. I was taking a bath and really wanted something to read, so I picked up a book she had bought at a bookstore in Chinatown. It was Waiting, by Ha Jin.

Ha Jin came to the US to study for a few years, and then Tiananmen Square went down and he decided not to go back to China. He couldn't get a teaching job at the time in the States, and decided to start writing in English.

When I was done reading Waiting, I picked up The Bridegroom, a book of short stories, and now I'm almost finished with Ocean of Words. Damn near all of them have won awards; Waiting won the National Book Award. I think he deserves them all.

For some reason these stories have sort of infected me. This guy's wit and spare, sharp little english seem like nothing else I've ever read. It's like being able to hear about what the Cultural Revolution was like, without having to learn Chinese. I doubt there's anything like it. The short stories are particularly amazing.

For the first time in a long time, I want to write him a letter or communicate with him somehow. I'm just not sure exactly what I would say. Does anyone else get the urge to do this? I'm actually kind of tempted since it's not like he's a super celebrity or something. Unlike a fan letter to Britney Spears, it might actually get read.

Anyway, just now I finally looked online to see what's's an interview with, an interview with the Yale Review of Books, a chapter from his new novel and the link to his books.

November 3, 2002


The joy of unemployment is...well, not being required to show up for work every day. The pain of unemployment is a little more complicated:

Being required to show up for random 'job search orientations' for unemployment.

Feeling like I really don't have what it takes to be successful in the world cause I look at my resume and know that there's a lot of other unemployed people who are way more qualified than me.

Always feeling like I could be doing a little more to look for a job.

What the hell is a resume really supposed to look like anyway? What's the magic formula?

Is it worth it to take work that doesn't pay much more than unemployment?

Etc. Jeez. The not having to show up for work is pretty good though. On the whole it balances out pretty well.


October 23, 2002


I was beginning to think there was something wrong with me. After two years of nearly every one of my friends living in a state of constant unemployment, I was still working. In the Internet industry no less. I was beginning to think I was abnormal!

Well, I am abnormal, but now I'm abnormal and unemployed. LXIS Networks' primary client (and the one I did the most work for) finally dropped us, saying they thought they could find a development crew that was based near them in Dallas, and could develop a little faster. I wasn't a part of much of the last few years relationship LXIS had with the client, RCI Utilities, but I guess I was there at the end.

I'm sure there's still work to do at LXIS, but not nearly enough to pay my paycheck, and so for the first time in many years I find myself putting together fresh resumes and cover letters, and crossing my fingers that some of these positions are actually available and don't have, like, 20 other overqualified web developers resumes on file.

Just a hope. In the meantime, I think I might do a little landscaping work for my friend Cara. Perhaps that would be a nice change.

October 21, 2002

sit with the pain

I went to the hour long meditation at the Seattle Shambhala Center, cause it's near my work, and around the time I finish up.

That's where I first went, originally when I was interested in Buddhism. It makes me feel like I did when I first started going, some five years ago now. Sort of raw and glad. I went last Thursday and then again tonight. It's not too entertaining, but a little more satisfying.

October 13, 2002

momma party

My mom came from Illinois and so we had a momma party. Five mommas of 2 generations came and ate and listened to music. We were pretty bawdy for a momma party, and lots of momma based discussions came up.

Like: If your mom (or your kid) were helping you move, is there anything you'd hide so they wouldn't come across it? Me and my mom couldn't think of anything, but for my friend Cara, it was less than hypothetical. She had an entire box of things she had to dig out of her stuff to have hidden when her mom did recently come to help her move.

October 9, 2002

congratulations josh n jesse

My beautiful friends Josh and Jesse (who unfortunately I have no digital pictures of) just got back from getting married on the East Coast, and then spending their honeymoon raking Blackberries in Maine.

Jesse's family insisted they have the wedding out there, and then Jesse's grandmother sobbed the entire time (and not in a heppy way). Evidently Josh is not worthy. Well, I personally couldn't think of anyone wortheir.

They drew their wedding sweet is that? I liked the little imprint on the back side of the card:


October 3, 2002

automatic meat probe

probe your meat, automatically!

September 18, 2002

mercury in retrograde

Somebody said that Mercury was in retrograde, an astrological event generally said to bring about daily obstacles and communication difficulties, so I checked, and sure enough, Mercury is in retrograde from September 15, 2002 - October 7, 2002.

I suppose that would explain a lot, because some difficult thing has happened in just about every aspect of my life. It helps a little when I can think about it as part of a cycle that must come around and then, happily, pass.

September 15, 2002

doggone it, that's wet!


When I first got out of retreat, we stopped for lunch in a small town on Salt Spring Island, and I about choked when I saw this photo (this is just a detail) on the front page of the Times-Colonist, Victoria BC's local paper.

The headline: Doggone it, That's Wet!

The story? About a day in the local pool where people can bring their dogs. Only in Canada, yo.

September 14, 2002


I am baybeesitting. This means I sit on the babies. Actually no. It is more like I am their slaves. They can't cook so if they really need something to eat I have to cook it for them.

I like them though. They are good babies. Well, really they are not babies anymore. They are 4 and 6, but I don't really get to sit on them so it's kind of a moot point anyway.

It's always weird trying to enforce two people being respectful to each other (and the cats). How do parents do it? It's a mystery.

September 9, 2002


Oh. Did I mention I'm back?

Rzan, honey, thank you so much for such a rockin' series of posts.

I've got a few posts in queue but I keep forgetting to oupload the files when I'm home. Soon enough. I had a good retreat.

- Daniel

August 25, 2002

500! retreat!

I just looked and saw that my last post was my 500th post. That's a lot of posts.

I'm going on retreat until September 1st and Rzan will be manning the helm here at the tinyblog until then...I hand it over to her...

August 22, 2002

retreat...guest curator?

Again I go on retreat for a week or so. Anyone interested in guest curating the tinyblog whilst I'm gone so as to keep it interesting? And give me something to read when I get back? Rzan? Gina?

I'm gone from the 26th through the 1st.


I thought that, like pool, my skill in bowling was destined to remain the same no matter how often I played. I think that my bowling is actually improved though, since I again shattered my previous all time high score (of two days ago) with an astounding 154.

I know, I know, two bowling related posts in one week. Hell, two times bowling in one week. But it was really good clean fun and pretty good physical therapy for my healing arm.

And really, a 154 is not too shabby!

August 15, 2002

i miss my mom

Isn't it about time you came out to Seattle, mom?

July 31, 2002

a face i like to see

i so like to see this face

at sam's request

Some people may have noticed that I have some links to photos of me (and others) on my sidebar. There used to be different ones I was hosting on another server and it crashed, and those scans were lost.

Little did I know that little Samadhi liked to look at them all every day. Well, when the photos went down I made my pretty new 'fotographia' pages, and picked a whole new set of photos.

Well, it turns out that the old photos have been long missed, and so I finally got around to digging them out, rescanning them, and putting them Sam's request:

Sam's Request Part I
Sam's Request Part II

July 28, 2002

he thought it was groovy

Last night I had a bike party. Micheal, my boss, called me and asked me if I wanted to get on bikes with a few of his friends and ride around the city and downtown to see what kind of fun we could find.

It was a delicious warm night and so of course I said yes, and we cruised to my friend Hudson's massive house party. My god. I mean seriously, like you could hardly move during the peak times, and I heard that people were still arriving at 3am. We rushed into the crush of people and danced and said hi to people we unexpectedly saw for the first time in years. We smoked and drank a bit until the claustrophobia set in and we were back on a bike again.

It was colder now and the wind rushed past us as we cruised at maximum speed down Capitol Hill in Seattle. Micheal said, "The rule is, you don't stop at an intersection unless you know you're going to get hit by a car." This seemed like a pretty foolhardy rule to me, but in the warm magic of the Seattle summer evening, it was somehow completely perfect, and no red light could contain us.

By the time we got downtown it was 2:30am and nowhere was still serving liquor. There were a couple of bars still open for people to dance at, but none of them looked attractive. We bought sausages from street vendors near The Bohemian, and wolfed them down hot. Then we were off again.

We cruised the nearly dead streets, and down one secluded street I saw a group of people, one of them singing some old Sam Cooke song (cupid, draw back your bow-ow, and let, your arrow go, straight to my lovers heart for me). They were already past it, and I started to speak up to say I wanted to go back, when they already started turning around.

It seems Micheal and Alison knew them. At the heart of the congregation was a penny taxi...a cart that rides behind a bicycle, and Micheal's first job in Seattle had been driving one. Alison was a cab driver and knew him as well. We went down to meet them and it was a merry group.

Some were sitting drunkenly in the penny taxi, and the rest were standing around, smoking and listening to this guy sing and just generally bullshitting jovially. We joined them and soon I was making requests (do you know any al green, can you sing any otis redding?) and we were enjoying a smoke with the penny taxi driver.

We caroused for a little while and then it was back on bikes as we rode to Alison's apartment, above a local club called The Graceland, to settle in for some tea. From a nearby apartment I heard the wafting strains of a guitar. Mellow and watery and beautiful, it sounded a little like Funkadelic's early mellow grooves, or perhaps some Hendrix a la Castles Made of Sand.

"What are they playing?" I said, "It sounds like Funkadelic but I don't think I've ever heard that song."

"Oh," they replied, "those are our friends. That's live, they're in the studio playing right now."

Entranced, I walked down the hallway into, sure enough, a little recording studio, where they were sitting in dimly lit corners twisting away at their instruments.

"Hey," I said, "That's really sounds like Funkadelic!"

"Thanks," said the man nearest the door, in what I could only discern as a completely fake british accent.

"Who is it?" said one of the players who was a little deeper into the studio, in an accent almost as fake.

"It's someone who was listening to us from across the hall and thought it was groooouvy," and when he said groovy he drew it out, making the accent even more rediculous.

So I sat and listened for awhile until I decided it was awfully early in the morning, and decided to ride my way up the hill and return the bike to it's home so I was free to go wherever I liked. It was a hard ride all the way back up Capitol Hill, but very satisfying.

July 27, 2002

why I haven't been posting much

You see, I used to work a job where I had about 6 uninterrupted hours in front of a computer screen. Games were blocked, chat was blocked by the firewall, and so my only method of communication with the outside world was Email and the bloggy. I could just sit and think about what I was going to blog about for a few hours, and then have an hour or so to actually write the post and teak it a little bit as the morning got a little busier and people started to file in looking bleary eyed.

Now most of the time I'm in front of a computer I have writing and web work to do that I'm actually being paid for, and I'm being paid pretty well, so I really feel this responsibility to actually work when I'm at work, so I'm really having to think about actually *gasp* setting aside some of my own personal time in order to blog.

In other news. I got laid. Yummy.

July 11, 2002


I worked for Spacelabs Medical for almost three years. Longer than any other job.


I am writing this post in the last hour of my employment here.

I've been working part time at my new job, and Monday morning will be my first day of full time there.

Here's a shot of me and my new boss, Micheal, talking some business:

talking shop

May the force be with me. Hehehehe.

July 7, 2002

door-to-door popsicle saleman

When I was a kid I used to love Italian Ice. I don't know how Italian it really is, but it was the midwest's version of gelato, and came in two flavors, strawberry and lemon-lime. The lemon-lime was the best.

I walked into the grocery store near my house one day and found these lime popsicles that taste exactly like the Italian Ice I used to eat as a kid. My god they are good.

As I was preparing to go to work, leisurely strolling around in front of my door, I saw my neighbor lounging around on her couch watching a movie and thought perhaps she would like one of the best popsicles in the world.

I knocked on her door, "Do you want a popsicle?"

She did look a little puzzled, "I uhh, I just brushed my teeth."

"Oh." I said, lamely, and then trying to explain, "I was just walking by, thinking how good my popsicle was, and I thought maybe you'd want one."

"Okay, I guess I will have one then."

"Let me go get one."

I ran into my apartment to get her a popsicle. I returned with it and she took a tentative lick.

"Oh wow. It is good," she looked at the popsicle for a moment and then asked me, "Do you want me to give you some money?"

In retrospect I should have said straight-faced, "Yes. It will be twenty-three dollars." But, shocked and mildly insulted I could only sputter out, "No!"

June 12, 2002


This article about scientists who are studying the meaning of 'um', 'uh', 'like', 'y'know' and other language placeholders, was really fascinating to me.

I sometimes use uhhh and umm in the ways described in the article (to signal an upcoming pause in the narrative flow), but often I have the very disconcerting (to some people, like my sister) habit of not using these words.

When I'm telling a story, I often like to structure it in some coherent, meaningful way. On the tinyblog I can simply wait however long it takes for the words to come, and then write them.

When I do this in conversation though, people seem to find it pretty disconcerting. If someone asks me a question, I'm putting all my mental resources towards answering it, and often don't reserve a little attention to indicating that I am not simply ignoring them. The same thing happens when I am telling a story and stop to consider the structure of the next portion.

Even worse is when i do it at work. People call me on the phone and when they ask for information, I simply start looking for the information wordlessly.

An annoyed "hello?!" is sometimes my reward.

I guess I'd better start cultivating my ummmmms.

[ Link via the bleublog. ]

June 11, 2002

it should be disgusting

I work an eight hour shift in the middle of the night and have to stay in the same room pretty much the whole time. Lack of cooking facilities, storage, or any way to go run and get something make for some...creative mealtimes.

I'd like to share with you my latest culinary invention, that, to all intents and purposes, should have been completely inedible, but, on the contrary, it was so good I had to eat every last bite before I could even begin typing this post.

I will share with you now the recipe:

warm sloppy cream of greens soup

you will need:

1 small block of firm tofu
2 tbsp canned mustard greens (preferably seasoned southern style)
2 tbsp whole milk plain yogurt

Chop the tofu into small cubes and place in a bowl. Add several spoonfuls of canned collard greens, including some of the juice. Microwave for 30 seconds or until sort of warmish. Add a big dollop of yogurt and mix it all in. Eat with a spoon.

I'm not kidding. It's really, really good. Like so good that I'm probably going to make it again. I'd probably even make it for a guest.

What do you make that should be absolutely disgusting but is actually incredibly good?

June 9, 2002

gender clarification

A couple of people mentioned me in their surveys as a "she", so I just thought I'd clarify:

am I just too sensitive?

I'm a "he".

bonus question award!

And now the winner of the Blogger Pride! The Blogger Survey Bonus Question: Do You Fear The Booge?

There were no losers, especially since I didn't tell anyone there was a contest. And the winner is:

Fellow Heather B. Hamilton fan, grillboy with:
"Well, if it is true that we fear the unknown, then I would say yes."

honorable mention:
Banalities, with
"I fear the boogy. White girl ain't got no rhythm."

Your prize? These dandy customized oversized banners that you may admire, post, or send to /dev/null (that's like the recycling bin, for those who are not unix-savvy).

Thank you so much to everyone who answered. You so rock the house. There were some really well-thought-out answers and I got some fantastic links to try.

June 8, 2002

can you explain this joke to me?

I found this in a Cycle magazine in my friends bathroom. Does anyone get this joke?

June 6, 2002

answering my own questions

My own answers to Blogger Pride! The blogger survey. Thanks so much to everyone who's gone to the trouble to take the survey.

Ethics/Personal Life:

Has a blog post ever got you into trouble?
Well, when I wrote about my dad he got pretty pissed off and demanded I remove it. Things I knew would cause trouble with specific people I simply left out. I am trying to toe the line between being completely open about my own life, and not hurting anyone.

How many people do you know face-to-face who read your weblog?
Almost everyone I know who gets online has probably seen it at least once when I turned on their computer, opened up a browser window, and bookmarked it. My sister used to read every single post until she (yesterday) moved to Wappinger Falls, New York to practice Buddhism full time. My mom reads, I just found out one of my childhood friends reads...I think about 20 people I know in person check on a semi regular basis.

Have you met any of your regional (or even remote) bloggers?
I have met almost everyone on my Seattle blogger list on the Linklove page. I have also met Jish(happy birthday!), Mena of Dollarshort, and Ben. Some of my absolute closest weblogging buddies live very far away, so I actually went out of my way to make nice with people in my area, and I did not regret it. It hearkens back to the old dial-up BBS days when I use to meet local folks for ice cream and pizza nights, when everyone I met online was local.

Do you modify or delete posts? How often? Why?
I work a post when I first publish that, but after that I'd rather work on a new post than edit an old one. It's not the New York Times for chrissakes.

How much is your weblog a part of your personal identity? Do you feel like people who don't know about your blog don't really know you?
I think it's a fair part of my identity. I have such an exhaustive set of my autobiographical stories on the tinyblog, that people who read it definately know a lot more about my personal history than those who don't. Plus, it's been sort of my foray into branding myself. It was quite a fun experience to pick fonts and colors and visual ideas that I felt reflected what I wanted to express in my writing.

How has blogging changed your life?
I think it's honed my writing. I think I've had a chance to write and explore a lot of autobiographical details. I've made a very cool network of online friends. I learned how to code, partially because of blogging, and had a playground to test my skills, which actually led to paying code work.


Do you know how to code at all? Did you learn how to code by blogging?
I'm relatively proficient in HTML, CSS, PHP, and MySQL. Blogging definately dug me into it. Then I took some classes. Then I got a job doing it. It's very cool.

What weblogging tool do you use and why?
I use Movable Type for many reasons. I was a part of the general conversation when the very idea of making it more than just a tool Ben wrote to manage Mena's weblog into a real application everyone could use. I was one of the alpha testers of MT, and I think I just might have been the first person besides Mena and Ben to install it on a server (with Mena and Ben over my shoulder in AIM).

Other than that, it is an extremely stable, flexible, and good-looking application. I had no idea that it would grow to include the massive feature set that it now does. There are so many things that can be done with it that I will probably never do. God I hope it develops into a serious and profitable career for the two of them.

Does the design seem like something that is just something that has to be dispensed with in order to be able to write publicly, or is your design an integral part of your writing and presentation?
Someone pointed out that this was a pretty convoluted question. I have seen plenty or pretty darn good blogs that use an only slightly modified Movable Type template, but the template itself is pretty damn good. A good design adds to my goodwill and feeling of a site and increases my chances of reading it.

How many times have you changed your weblog design entirely (or nearly so)?
I've changed the external design 3 times, and the code structure twice. The current design works pretty well, and I've stuck with it for quite a long time. I do have an idea and images for a redesign, but I think that's a little while away still.


How many people would you guess (educated guess based on hit counts/logfiles) read your weblog on a weekly basis at least?
I think it fluctuates, and is really hard to guess. Almost no one who answered the survey actually did guess, most of them just recorded their daily hits which means almost nothing. My best educated guess is 30-50 people, which is astoundingly cool.

What have you done to get more people to look at your site?
Trying to write the best stuff I can, and not post when I have nothing to say. When I do my series' that seems to be a draw. I do post in others comments, and generally develop relationships with other bloggers, but I do that mostly because I like other people and like to communicate with them. It does have the side effect of some traffic though. Regular readers are really more important to me than a high number of one-timers, and perhaps even more important than comments and feedback.

Why do I even care? Well, it just increases the value to me personally of writing if there's a reasonable audience to interact with it. If I didn't want people to read it I could have easily used Word or something. The purpose of publishing is readership. It richens the environment, and inspires me to find new stories and tell them with some punch.

What one or two characteristics make a blog really popular? Are there things that you could do to have more people read your weblog that you conciously do not do? Why?
Consistancy, good design, and community involvement. Yes I know that's three. I should have said three. Feel free to add one more if you answered this question and only included two.

What really popular weblog do you think most deserves it...and/or least deserves it?
I can't believe how badly people wussed out on this question. I think Mena, Shauna and Meg have really worked hard for their readership. I personally thought that Wil Wheaton's blog was pretty damn funny back when I read it, and I think the cult-of-personality that formed around him was pretty funny, but I guess I have to still say he's pretty much the least deserving. The Bloggies this year were just pathetic.

How do you feel about your readership? What makes for a quality readership to you?
I am SO appreciative of people who read the tinyblog. I feel like it's a sign of respect, for one thing, and with literally hundreds of thousands of people doing this, for someone to spend a little time each week here is really just an honor. A quality readership is one that reads intelligently. Sometimes that means comments and sometimes it doesn't. Some people have even gone back and read some signifigant quantity of my archives, which always blows me away. That's goddamn quality. Hehehe.

By the way, if you're here for the first time, and never saw the tinyblog before, and this is damn near the only post on the page, the best way to get to know the tinyblog is to have a look at the posts in my favorite, or series' catagories.

Influence of Other Bloggers:

What other blogger is most responsible for you starting your own weblog.
Shauna. I found her weblog and read it before I got hooked into the whole blogging situation in general, and she really planted the seeds of it. Plus, she provided hosting space quite early on, making me her sweeet, sweeet bitch. I am still an honorary bitch to this day.

Who was the first other blogger (that you know of) who put you on their sidebar, and how did you feel? How did it influence your blogging?
It was Pat, who is incredibly supportive to both new bloggers and to the blogging community in general. I was getting ready to quit posting, about a month into it, when Pat put me on his sidebar. I remember thinking...oh, I'm on someone's sidebar...I can't quit posting now.

What other blogger do you most admire for her writing skills?
Some people have suggested it was sexist to use the feminine pronoun here. Perhaps they might also think it is sexist that it is considered grammatically correct to use the masculine pronoun when the gender is unspecific in the english language and is used this way in publications of all types for centuries. So, I don't think it's so sexist.

I thought Dooce is tremendously funny and talented, and was quite crestfallen when she stopped writing under her own name (or anywhere I could find her). There's many others, but I'd like to mention the not-so-often mentioned saigonsam's: The Airman's Mess and dirty chele's: A Small Victory for sheer honest, gritty, true-to-life goodness. I, Asshole used to be a fav, but she's gone now.

What other blogger do you most admire for her design skills?
Actually, it's probably Tom Working. He just has a very cool visual language that I really like. The inline graphic headers in his blog are really just a scream.

Who is a blogger that you think is really good but doesn't get nearly the attention they are worthy of?
Well, Kat over at The Sagbottom Home for Wayward Girls for one, and the Brainlog, which always seems to have something interesting to say.

Do you feel obligated to have people on your link lists/sidebars that you never read?
I guess I should have known that no one would ever admit to this.

What one or two characteristics define a really quality blog (in your humble opinion, of course)?
Consistently doing whatever it does best. I tend to like honesty and a little research as well. Plus pretty pictures.

Bonus Question:

Do you fear The Booge?
Don't be silly. He's just a harmless, mild-mannered little genetic scientist who lives in Canada, with a pretty wife and a young boy who he takes snapshots of. What's to be afraid of? Surely all is as it appears!

May 23, 2002

the body torpid

By the time I got to work I was so tired I couldn't even think about doing my job. Just a general weariness so strong it bordered on paralyzation. I'm finally getting paid to do what I want, which is develop in PHP, and between that and my actual full time job, my brain is on overload. I wasn't sure what to do, I just tried to find some ways to gently rouse myself from the torpor.

I laid down on the floor for a moment on my back, and then I remembered that in yoga that's shivasana or the corpse pose, and it's a resting pose. I needed a restorative pose. I did what I think is called the crocodile pose, lying on my stomach, with my head resting against my folded forearms. In a little while I did start to feel about 5% or 10%...well...restored.

I did a few push-ups, which was a revelation since I haven't been able to do them since I broke my elbow. I did 5 or 6, and felt like such a stud. My friend Josh does like 50 or 100 every morning, which is both silly and impressive.

My blood was flowing a bit and I realized that physical activity was the way to go. I put on my sneakers and sweatshirt and ran around the corporate building in the cool, damp night air.

I've been a computer geek for too long now, and I was seriously done by the time I got around the building, but I felt better for it. Felt like I was healing, felt like I might not be a total cripple the rest of my life, a brain in a jar hooked up to a keyboard or something. There's hope for my body yet. Oooh, only 2 more months, honey.

May 21, 2002

the ecstacies of beth

the ecstacy of rocking out the ecstacy of coffee the ecstacy of the sublime

I raise my glass to Beth, my beloved friend who seems to know so well how to enjoy life and be an honest and forthright friend. May she experience ecstacy until the end of time.

(Yes, Beth, I scanned your photos and you can have them back now.)

(Yes, Beth, I want to load up the whole crew and go to Folklife on Saturday.)

biological mystery revealed

not so hard I guess!

Well...guess it wasn't so hard after all. Maybe I should have included just a little less of the finger.

Mental Note: Fun little games garner more comments than poetry.



My new favorite HTML editor and freeware program is now HTML-Kit. I haven't seen Homesite 5.0, but this definately trumps 4.5. So many cool features and it's really easy to write plug-ins for. Plus, it's free!

May 19, 2002

biological mystery

what can it be?

Can you guess what this is?

May 16, 2002

i got a scanner for my birthday!

A few photos for you to enjoy of rzan, at my mom's request.

Thanks for the scanner, mom!

Someday I might post as many photos as the booge. Well... probably not. He posts a lot of photos.

You can do so much more with photos when you have them in a digital format, yo. With a print you can only show a few people, but if it's digital then my sweet aussie friend can see it.

May 14, 2002

conversation in the park

Shakespeare in the park really rocks these days.

Yeah, so does Bruce Lee's grave.

Do you think you can call God on your cel phone?

We should go to that pay phone up there and dial 1-800 information and ask them for a listing for The Lord.

Why would we go to the payphone?

So we don't waste cel phone minutes.

Dude, it's the weekend and the cel phone minutes are flowing like pussy.

Oh. Well it's more poetic to call The Lord on a payphone.

(long pause)

I'll never think about pussy or cel phone minutes in the same way again, you bastard.


Now back to our regularly scheduled blogging I guess, it's been so long!

My birthday party was crazy mad fun, and I got a new scanner (lucky YOU!) and some wine, and some dharma books, and some dishwashing liquid and sponges, and just massive, massive TLC from all corners of the globe. Possibly the best birthday ever. Everything just came together.

Now it's back to work. I have as much contract work as I can do with, and I've just been digging in with great gusto. I'm learning MySQL, and a bunch of UNIX administration stuff.

I have a lot of time to read on the bus, and I'm reading The Earth Store Bodhisattva, Barrell Fever, The Places That Scare You, Adobe InDesign 2.0, PHP/MySQL For Web Development, and an anthology of short, short poems called Eight Lines and Under.

It would be nice to have a little laptop cause then I, like meg, could write my blog posts on public transportation.

May 13, 2002

mothers day guest post

It's a guest post by, guess mom:

I am sitting here reminiscing about your birth. It was a classic labor with contractions by the clock just like the book said. Unlike my other births, your water didn't break until well into labor.

At that point, your head was down far enough to act as a cork, trapping the water inside with you. And then you were born and as your head cleared the water came rushing out like a big wave. I always said you surfed out, ready to take on the world.

You were eight and a half pounds and born with a lot of energy. You were never shy about being held by strangers. Bubby Glor's favorite thing to say about you when you were an infant was "He's so smart, look how he scrutinizes everything." You were born shortly after midnight so you just made it on the 9th.

The doc came and stayed at our house that night and I made molasses sweet bread while I was in labor so that I could have it with a cup of tea after you were born.

You were a good looking baby with lots of dark hair and very alert right from the start. Well, that's all, but being pregnant with you and birthing you was a very good time and I thank you for your presence in my life.

May 12, 2002

thank you mom

Happy mother's day to my mom, and all the other moms out there.

Some excellent tinyblog guest posts written by my mom:
tinymom at spanish camp
sex education
dad: per mom


May 8, 2002


Tomorrow (the 9th) is my 27th birthday!

I shave my beard every year on my birthday, so this year I'm having people take before and after photos. Plus, I just got a new color scanner in the mail for my birthday, so hopefully I will be able to show you in short order my newly shorn birthday face.

Also, Friday the 10th is my birthday party. If you live in the Seattle area and/or think you can get here and somehow didn't get an invite, email me and I will get you one in short order.

Have money burning a hole in your pocket? I don't have an Amazon wishlist, but if you want to make a tax-deductible donation to Amnesty International, that is my charity of choice. I think spending money on keeping people from being tortured and killed is a good idea.

Me and the tinyblog thank you for your support.

that's all folks

Okay, that's it for the Back to the Metro Bus Series, which can now be found on the sidebar with the other series'.

April 18, 2002

the tinyblog typeface

In Textism's Twenty Faces, Dean Allen writes about twenty book typefaces including Perpetua, the primary display font here at and the tinyblog.

Adobe's info says about perpetua, "Perpetua�s clean chiselled look recalls Gill�s stonecutting work and makes it an excellent text typeface, giving sparkle to long passages of text;".

and oh yes...via

April 5, 2002

juking god

I was talking with the rzanimal and nateward yesterday over dinner about our earliest experiences of self awareness. Nateward told us about a time when he was growing up in Tunisia and he was a small child of about two or three. He said he just suddenly had this awareness that he was a person in a room...that the tables and chairs and things were seperate from him, and it made him feel very small.

I couldn't remember my first moment of self-awareness, but I did remember being in my front yard once when I was about age ten. I was just walking and just sort of thinking of what I had been hearing in Catholic church about God's omniscience.

So...God knew exactly what I was going to do in the next second, even if I didn't. I took a step forward and God had known I was going to do that. Suddenly, without planning it, I veered off to the right, and wondered if God had forseen that I was going to do that. Probably. My little brow set in determination.

I started walking, then sort of veered to the left, then immediately veered to the right, walking as spontaneously and unpredictably as I could manage. I was in essence trying to juke zig when He thought I was going to zag. After a bit of this I realized that God had probably forseen my whole little existential crisis and everything that came with it, and resigned myself to a future that I didn't know anything about, but God probably did.

I wonder if He knew I was going to become a Buddhist and not believe in a omniscient sentient creator of the universe anymore?

March 30, 2002

bye gramma

About 3:30pm Friday afternoon my last remaining Gramma/Step-Gramma died. She never got to teach me her unbelievable spaghetti sauce/homemade ravioli recipe. I didn't get to talk to her but I told my Dad to tell her in her ear that I loved her and was glad she was my gramma and thank you for feeding me.

She used to say "Monge Monge Tastadooda" which is my transcription from memory and means "Eat! Eat, hardhead!" in Italian.

March 26, 2002

post of love update

I thought I might have forgotten someone and of course I did, a sweet boy in the UK with a really sweet blog. He's one of the only people I've ever met who thinks I'm "old" at age 26. I guess I should get used to it though...only an increasing amount of people are going to think I'm old in the future I guess. Hehehehe. 26 though...sheesh, what a little whippersnapper. He even made Shauna's Midnight Brownies. He highly recommends them (with photos!).

And of course, I forgot Nate-o-potato, who is my rock-solid dharma and dinner cooking companion.

March 25, 2002

the post of love

I'm really feeling like I did something right in my life this morning. I just made a mental scan of all the people I know and realized that most of them hook me up with some pretty good love!

My relatives, like my mom and my sister and my dad (spastic, but loving), my stepdad, my grandma (who's dying), my cousin Brina (I'm going to a vegan potluck at her house today!) are all so good to me and seem to go out of their way to make my life pleasant. I'd get together with all of them for a holiday meal any day.

My online friends, like Shauna (who's the online friend to end all online friends...if she didn't live so fucking far away we would be offline friends as well, like, last year) J (who's weblog I designed and who makes fantastic use of it), Julie (who may actually move here to Seattle someday), Pat (who said I have a place on his futon couch in Canada anytime), Mena (who might be my most famous online friend and still treats me like gold), Meg (who also might be my most famous online friends and who, goddamnit I need to go say hi to!), Shelly (who really needs to fly to Seattle and cook for me), Andrea (who actually called me from Hong Kong to hear a song...that rhymes!), Tom Working (who really knows how to have a seriously interesting IM session and make me burn my damn food every time), Paula (who gives good chat to the point where I shouldn't even say "hi" unless I have an hour free). They've hooked me up with a totally new kind of friendship. It's too bad I can't give them all a hug.

Then there's the combination online/offline friends, who I know pretty well both online and offline: Ariel (who's thinking about moving out of town...bah! But whatever you need to get a job, honey.), Buster (who is probably one of the coolest male friends I've ever had), SJ (who may think she's not my friend just cause she's not speaking to me, but she's so wrong), Jessamyn (who's house I may go over to soon to get my favorite hat and scarf now that it's nearly spring), Morgan (who writes the funniest blog written by a 15 year old ever), and Rebecca (who needs to invite me over for dinner and to use her scanner like...yesterday).

Then there's my mostly offline friends: Rachel (it's worth watching her play pool to see her wicked dancer's bum in action), Maggie (my sweet amiable darling friend), Beth (I think I'd take a bullet for her), Hudson (so sweet, so smart, so incomprehensible), Cara (how could I miss someone more?), and Rzan (who actually made me originally think to write this post by filling my whole life with love and humbling me with the awesome fucking force of her love).

With each and every one of those people I feel some real genuine expression of love, and that's no bullshit. I don't have any enemies. It's really only the people I love that can actually piss me off, I suspect.

I think those people are the bulk of the readers of the tinyblog as well, and so the tinyblog is just all about love today. Yum.

Hey, are you not on here and you think that's an oversight? It probably is...or, you could be my friend if you wanted to...I'm not that discriminate, and yet I end up associating with some of the most high quiality human beings ever. I wonder how that works.

March 21, 2002

young me

Wish me luck, I'm going under the knife.

An old friend I thought I'd never hear from again found the tinyblog and emailed me with a photo from my past...before I could braid my hair. Weird.

bed company

I've always liked to sleep with girls. I'm talking about actually sleeping here. Some snuggling, sure, but no nookie. I don't think many guys can pull this off, but in the years I've been in Seattle, I've always had a few female friends with whom we were mutually welcome in each other's beds from time to time.

There's been a variety of different scenarios. Sometimes it's a girl I would've gladly have sex with, but she wasn't gonna go there with me. Sometimes it's someone who totally has the hots for me but I know better than to get into something with them. Sometimes there's a really low-level sexual tension that's fun but we just both know anything more is out of the question. Sometimes we're totally hot for each other but we both know better than to get into something with each other. Sometimes (amazingly enough) the whole sexual thing is just not an issue.

I call it bed company. As in, "You're good bed company! Can I make you some pancakes?"

Of course, even when it's not sexual, bed company usually has to stop if I have an exclusive girlfriend, cause most exclusive girlfriends also like to have exclusive bed company rights, and I wouldn't begrudge them that. But when there's no girlfriend, I find great solace in bed company.

"Wow," some people say, "doesn't that cause some...uhh...boundary issues?"

And I say, "Damn you and your boundary issues!"

Of course it has caused some problems, but I think my record is excellent, and there definately haven't been enough problems to warrant an end to bed company. The problems have mainly stemmed from getting a little cavalier about the strength of my own willpower. Recall, if you will, one specific notable disaster.

Since my celibacy, bed company has really been a sticky wicket. Some of my friends have been really chaste bed company for a long time, and it seems almost a crime to give up my long time bed company pals. And really, bed company is just too good for me to be ready to give it up. It's just so...healing! However, a couple of times, bed company has really been at odds with celibacy.

The first time I tried a year of celibacy, some really sexy long-term bed company proved to be my undoing, and so I am double wary now in this, my second attempt at a solid year. So far it seems to be working out pretty well, the weeks blend into months, and it feels like I've been celibate for a long time, and still have a long time to go. Bed company helps make it bearable.

One last note on bed company. Have I ever had boys for bed company? Yeah, a couple of times, but it really takes the extraordinary guy to be able to deal with that, and it hasn't happened often. Besides, guys don't have boobies, which is really a big plus for bed company. Besides...boys are hairy and smelly.

March 20, 2002

i didn't use your damn country crock

I work the graveyard shift, and I fought hard to get it. If they tried to make me work the day shift in the same place I work I would quit, and I'm so serious about that.

Unlike dooce, I had a pre-emptive policy about my weblog and work. I just told everyone I work with to go read my website, and gave them the URL. Now I know that none of them will ever read it. Even if they did...I have a really hard time believing they'd fire me for it. A write-up maybe...but we've been through that already.

So I'm not afraid to say that the influential women (all women, even my boss, her boss, and her boss, the VP of communications) in my department are some seriously dysfunctional ladies. I just can't tell you how beautiful it is not to have to deal with them all on a daily basis. I find that not seeing them has the pleasant effect of actually developing some real affection and understanding for them, which I have no doubt would melt away in days if I had to work with them for several hours a day again.

My main contact with them is group Email. Group Email like, "Someone is using my country crock from the fridge. I would like whoever it is to buy me a new tub of country crock since I am poor and cannot afford amenities like extra country crock."

For those not in the know, Country Crock is one of the many whipped and artificially flavored vegetable oils that comes in a tub. I think it's yucky, and I'm really a butter-only kind of person. I have butter here at work and I use it. I'd rather smear monkey-poop on my toast than Country Crock. I'll bet the Australians have some wierd comparable brand called SlipperyTub or something. They have wierd brand names.

You know I'm going to get to the point soon and I certainly hope I do.

I was teasing an early morning co-worker about it when she looked at me quite seriously and said, "You know they think it's you, don't you?"

I about blew a gasket. What?! They think I nick their undefended spread? Their Country Crock? Why that's madness!

I didn't use your damn Country Crock!

March 14, 2002

more fotos

A couple more fotographia offerings:

My friend rzan's son, Samadhi, and her mom Blackbird. I know what you're thinking...ok yes, she is kind of a hippie...but in the best possible way. No pictures of rzan yet. I still have to develop a recent roll of film.

Oh, and by the way, these are the only pictures on my sidebar that weren't taken by me. The credit goes to his dad, Jonathan Cameron:

samadhi and his gramma bb

I'm suddenly feeling a little like The Booge.

March 13, 2002

snaps - fotographia

In the interest of restoring my sidebar to its former glory, I put up some photos again.

New photos! Fancier page!

me, in the sky, with barbed wire
me at school
momma in the vines
my sister over at my house


When I stopped posting, a few people wrote me to let me know that they missed reading me write and that was really nice. Of course sometimes I get caught up and wish I could be a superstar or something. That's not why I started writing a weblog though, and it would be silly to start now.

I don't think I'd even be a very good web superstar, and I don't think I'm willing to put the amount of consistant effort into it that it requires. I know how much it stresses Mena out being a superstar (and yes I think she is).

Plus, I have to remember that it would never satisfy me. There's always someone else to compare yourself to. Even if I was Kottke, then I would still have someone to compare myself to. It still wouldn't be good enough, and plus, my writing would be really dull and self-congratulatory then. (snicker...sorry, I couldn't resist.)

Anyway, my point is that not as many people read me as Shauna, but probably more than the sea of blogspot blogs, some of which are super yummy. So no matter how many people, there would still be some blogs with more and some with less.

So I know I'm coming at this the long way, but I just kind of came to appreciate the people who do read the tinyblog, and that there's actually at least one person who's read damn near every post. How many writers throughout history have been able to say even that. So nothing I wrote has been a waste because at least one person read it.

Oh I know, I know. I should just write for myself. I did that. I have a box full of notebooks in my closet. Now I feel like it's more important to write as a way to communicate with other people, and so it's nice to have some people to communicate with.

I hope this isn't too tiresome of a blog subject...I just came to some peace about it and wanted to share.

March 12, 2002

the 6th trump

How do you ever get the courage to love again? How do you get the courage to make commitments to each other knowing the fickleness of the human heart? By God, how on Earth can you make a baby?

In one of the most painful situations I've ever been peripherally involved in, two of my friends who have lived together and raised their young son together are breaking up, and all the messy nasty insane manipulative stained cruelty that that entails.

It always seems so nice at first. They're so sexy...they teach you things you never knew about before...they fuck you in a new and exciting way you've never been fucked before and say all kinds of sweet things you've never heard before.

Finally, you say to yourself. Someone really has faith in me. Someone sees the best in me. Someone loves me.

It's like having a best friend, but a sexy best friend. They feel like a new part of your family. They meet your family. You hold them in your arms like a baby and if you're not too much of a jaded bastard you tell them you want to be with them forever. And goddamn it you mean it.

You make plans. You move in. You intertwine lives.

Then one day you're getting your friends to write depositions stating for the record what a bastard they are, and trying to calm your poor young son when he freaks out on the living room floor over some unrelated thing, and you know he's really freaking out because everything he thought was stable in his little universe is shattered forever and he can't do a goddamn thing about it.

But you can't give up. So you give those depositions to your lawyer and try not to turn into the demon that they have become. You pick up the pieces and try to hold it together.

I don't understand how you even think to try it again. Forgetfulness perhaps.

March 11, 2002

return of the sidebar dots

Ahhh, new sidebar dots. Done with the help of the fabulous and free Text-Image.

Does it work on your browser/platform? If someone can test it in Netscape 4.x or anything on the Mac, I'd sure appreciate it. Seems to work fine in IE5+ and Mozilla on the PC.

Too bad Text-Image only generates pure HTML and no CSS. It would take me a fair amount of work to make it change colors on mouse rollover...a project for another day, unless someone has an efficient idea.

The sidebar photos are definately down. I've got some new ones I've been meaning to put up anyway, as soon as I can get access to a good scanner.

March 9, 2002

return of wu-tang cupcakes

Friday night I went to see the Wu-Tang Clan with Beth for her birthday. We had a parking miracle and found free street parking across the street from the venue itself (right next to completely full parking lots charging $8 for the evening). It was meant to be.

It's her birthday, rzan's birthday, Lynne's birthday, Carrie's birthday...all these Pisces!

After the Wu-Tang I went over to Buster and Rachel's house, and we all hogpiled on the bed and wrestled and pounded and farted on each other. Then we got a sudden craving for Hostess Cupcakes. It was a deep and abiding craving, but the nearest store that was open was 7 blocks away.

We each in turn tried to bully each other into going, and then finally we just called their downstairs neighbors on the phone (at 3am) and tried to bully them into going, "There's an emergency up here...we are in dire need of time to explain...bye."

We were despondant. None of our attempts at cupcakes had met with success...until suddenly there was a knock on the door. Rob, one of the downstairs neighbors came trodding up the steps, "It's a good thing I don't have anything better to do. Were you going to give me money?"

We hastily paid him off and cackled with glee as he walked down to the store. What had we done to have such good fortune and such a selfless sucke...neighbor?

Finally he returned, and we rejoiced and gorged ourselves with cupcakes.

Oh by the way, the reasons I wasn't posting were because for one thing, my dad was really unhappy about my posts about him and really gave it to me in email. I had to put the posts on hold while I thought about it and that sure didn't make me want to write. Plus, I screwed up my sidebar (soon to be fixed) and the tinyblog dots didn't work right anymore. Also, f2s, where I was hosting my sidebar pictures, crashed bigtime and none of the pictures are working. So things just weren't feeling right with the tinyblog and I couldn't bring myself to write. Thanks to everyone who checked to make sure I was okay.

Mmmm. Good to be back. Mmmmm. Cupcakes.

February 25, 2002


I think once a year it's worth running Rob's Amazing Poem Generator on the tinyblog. I'm convinced there's something eerily briliant about this tool. My three favorite poems it generated:


the doctor. just and now
I . have pretty sharp.
I saw
a couple of Buddha in January.
I saw it was
haircut, maybe.


the German
version of
their archives
that makes this will
be found. Update: I went over
to see a bad case of
her post she links
to remember who posted at
him. to
school, or haphazardly
posted something similar,
I could see
a pleasant surprise to the world. In flash! comic about
2am, and in your server, and it Hi
Rose. up? Let fly.


the image, but
not him to see the only remember
who posted something about the
Gummi Bears Theme Song for it
have been bosom ha! buddies lately.
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laziest band name is basically about, debugging. It using CSS.

Last years effort was pretty funny.

February 21, 2002

new! improved!

I spent way too long tonight finally doing a little php mailform for my sidebar. It's like I somehow managed to forget, at one point or another everything I've ever learned about programming though. I re-remembered it all though, by being forced to remember everything I knew about debugging.

It looks pretty simple, but the email I get looks pretty sharp. I wish you could see it. What you can do though, is send an Email, and then 'view source' to see a couple of little confirmation HTML comments.

Anyway, put it to good use, and hit me with an's easier than ever before. Just fill in your favorite fields and let fly. You don't even have to leave the page.

If you like it, have PHP running on your server, and would like something similar, I can probably hook you up. Let me know.

February 20, 2002

have you seen this cute web utility?

Awhile back I saw a utility on someone's blog (god, if I could only remember who I would hunt through all of their archives) that was a link to a cool little tool that takes an image, and converts it to ASCII text. You could specify what characters you wanted (I want just 1's and 0's) and then it would make a pretty cool version of it using CSS.

I thought it was so cool at the time, but I also thought I would be able to find it and now I can't. I can find a utility that converts an image to an HTML table that looks exactly like the image, but not something that makes this cool HTML/ASCII approximation.

I thought of an application for it and I can't think of any other way to do it. Can anyone help me? I have hunted on google and it seems to be nowhere to be found.

Update: I only post something like this on the tinyblog when I'm totally desperate, and in this case, I'm glad I did, because I posted this post at about 2am, and by 5am I had an answer from Rogi who posted something about the amazing on his blog back in January. I don't think his was the blog I originally saw it on. In fact, I don't think I've ever read the man's blog. This will be quickly remedied.

February 19, 2002

the past is like a dream, like an illusion

Someone told me the other day that they were moved by this post, and I read it and I was moved by it, too. Sometimes I look back on past posts and think "Who writes this stuff?" Is that weird?

February 4, 2002

more momo

A mysterious reader pointed out that momo, or more fully, "chisana momo" means fuzzy peach in Japanese! Who knew?

So now, everyone who's been calling me "hairy dumpling" can call me "hairy peach dumpling". Wow. That sounds disgusting.

My mysterious reader was kind enough to include a .gif of the japanese characters for chisana momo:

chisana momo

February 1, 2002

zazzy colors album

Okay, the final track listing for the mix for the 4-year old:

1: The lion sleeps tonight
2: My friend cubilas - Badly Drawn Boy
3: Instanbul (not Constantinople) - They Might be Giants
4: Peggie Sue - Buddy Holly
5: Interlude - Badly Drawn Boy
6: Lowrider - War
7: Ain't no sunshine - Bill Withers
8: This song - Badly Drawn Boy
9: Cornflake girl - Tori Amos
10: Particle man - They Might Be Giants
11: The name game - Shirley Ellis
12: Be my baby - The Ronettes
13: Lean on me - Bill Withers
14: Ob la di ob la da - The Beatles
15: New York City - They Might Be Giants
16: Poppa oom mow mow - The Rivingtons
17: Don't let's start - They Might Be Giants
18: Kerplunk by candlelight - Badly Drawn Boy
19: In California - Neko Case
20: Release - Pearl Jam
21: Stay awhile - Edie Brickell
22: Penny lane - The Beatles

It's called the zazzy colors album, cause that's his word for reds and yellows and oranges. "It's YAY zazzy," he says.

January 30, 2002

fela kuti

I only knew the words Afro-Beat or Afro-Pop before a friend of a friend played me some Fela Kuti.

Fela thumbed his nose at the various Nigerian military governments in the 70's, both in his music and actions, for his entire career. Even when they burned his house down twice and threw his mother out the second story window of his house, he still continued to write brilliantly caustic beautiful songs like Kalakuta, Coffin for Head of State, and Zombie.

Evidently he had 28 wives, most of them dancers in his stage show. He was known for conducting performances and interviews in his underwear. He died August 2nd, 1997 of heart problems and complications of AIDS.

I just thought I'd mention him because his music is really moving me these days.

January 28, 2002

news of friends

One friend just finally realized her great dream of many years and moved to New York City. She will be so missed, but how can you blame someone for following their dream?

My friend the rzanimal just left the father of her young child and is trying to hack it out on her own for the first time in years, and definately the first time since she was a mother. I think she may even be foolish enough to let me teach her how to drive. (Heck, she can't do much more damage to my car!) In any case, we (ahem) at the tinyblog wish her all the best in her courageous endeavor.

My friends Buster and Rachel just recently started their own weblogs. Maybe I'll ask them to come to the dark side of Movable Type away from LiveJournal and be my bitches.

Oh, and speaking of friends: by god go vote What's New Pussycat? as the best goddamn blog on the planet.

January 26, 2002


good bjork! evil bjork!

"The intriguing concept for the sleeve is born out of the Bj�rk song Unravel. A couple of opposite photographs of Bj�rk depicting goodness and evil with the evil Bj�rk unravelling the others' love and sucking the goodness from her, represented by strings of yarn, into her mouth."

The lyrics to unravel:

While you are away
My heart comes undone
Slowly unravels
In a ball of yarn
The devil collects it
With a grin
Our love
In a ball of yarn
He'll never return it
So when you come back
We'll have to make new love

Like to hear it? ( bjork-unravel.mp3 3.26k )
I'll leave it up until at least the end of February 2002.

January 24, 2002

i move to dismiss!

Yes, I got to say those magical words today.

You see, three months ago, I got a speeding ticket in Edmonds by a bored motorcycle cop who pulled over someone else while he was in the middle of writing my ticket. I went to court and got the ticket deferred. This means that if I don't get another ticket for a year, then that ticket will disappear from my record. If not, then in addition to paying the court costs for the deferment, I have to pay the full cost of the original ticket and it goes on my record.

Well, about three months ago, while in a rush to take my cousin to the airport. I ran a stop sign and got stopped by a cop waiting behind a little wall for no other reason other than to bust people at that specific stop sign. Damn. I calculated quickly in my head the almost two hundred dollars that cost me.

After a bit of careful consideration I decided to go for gold. I asked for a contention hearing, meaning I say I didn't commit the offense. At the little pre-hearing I said I did indeed want to contest the charge's the key...subpoena the officer.

Now no cop wants to show up in downtown Seattle over a stop sign ticket that happened several months ago unless you did something to piss him off, and I had been very polite to the officer. If you subpoena the officer as a witness, and he (or she) doesn't show up, then you don't even have to make an argument. You just get to have the case dismissed.

So I've been waiting months for that stupid hearing, knowing there would be a chance the officer would show up and I would be screwed. But when the day came today, and 2:30pm rolled around, I saw two cops in the courtroom and niether was the guy who pulled me over on the top of Queen Anne hill.

I waited with giddy excitement until the judge finally called me and opened my case.

"Is an officer present for Talsky?"

Deafening silence.

"Mr. Talsky it looks like you supoena'd the officer on this infraction, is that correct?" He looked over his glasses at me.

"Yes your honor."

Here's where you're supposed to wait for him to look at you ponderously for a moment until you fully appreciate how lucky you got, and then he's supposed to say, "Would you like to make any motions?" but I couldn't even wait.

I immediately blurted out, "I move to dismiss!"

He looked at me over his glasses ponderously (he had to do it sometime, and I think he was a little annoyed at my eagerness) and finally said:


January 23, 2002


The Tibetan word marlamewa refers to the light in the sky of a beautiful sunrise, where the sky is filled with a copper-colored light.

There's not enough words like that in the English language. Perhaps we can trade-up some words like 'correspondant' and 'virtually' for marlamewa and chiaroscuro.

Oh wait. This is English. We can just start using it and call it an English word. That's so great. It's a living language.

January 21, 2002

sick, sick boy

On Friday I went out and met the ever sparkling Jessamyn and got sucked into MIT's yearly insane quiz race known as the mit mystery hunt.

In the middle of messing with dozens of strips of colored paper and at least two rolls of scotch tape, I started to feel a little queasy. I asked for some peppermint tea, and then quickly realized that that just wasn't going to do the trick anymore.

I threw up my dinner. Then I spent the next 12 hours on Jessamyn's bathroom floor trying to keep the correct end over the toilet when needed and thinking maybe it wasn't such a good idea to to go lay in bed with my very sick friend and read to her after all.

Within the next 36 hours I had some other health milestones, like being able to:
- Crawl into the living room.
- Drink a whole glass of water.
- Digest a painkiller.
- Eat a banana.
- Drive home.

Now, aside from the feeling of being just generally poisoned and having a constant wicked headache (which may be, in part, due to having no coffee for 3 days), I feel okay to sit in front of a computer. I may even go to work tomorrow. Crazy.

January 17, 2002

I bought too, while I was buying domain names. I was so consumed with getting the tinyplace moved that I didn't put anything there but an Email link.

I wanted to wait until I could put up a meaningful placeholder page...something with class and style that would really represent me online.

Here it is.

Eventually of course it's going to be my professional site. The web page I can give people the URL to when I want them to know I have a web page, but don't want them here.

January 16, 2002

welcome to

Right about this time last year (January 20th), I screwed up my FTP account over at Freedom to Surf, and asked if anyone would be willing to offer me hosting space.

The super deluxe Shauna Marsh of almost instantly extended me unlimited generousity and trust with her shell account, and made it possible for me to develop the tinyplace as I learned to code HTML.

Now, finally, a year later, I'm paying for hosting space and the domain, and have converted my entire blog to php. I reorganized all my files and realized that moving to your own host account is like moving to a new apartment. I know I'm making a big deal of something silly, but the website has become a big part of my life.

Thank you so much Shauna, and thank you to everyone who has read and commented. If I hadn't wanted anyone to read it, I would have written it in wordpad, eh?

From now on I'll see you at

January 13, 2002

coming, er...going soon

I just wanted to make the general announcement that I've finally made the leap, and purchased my own domains and lighning fast hosting space.

I am in the process of moving the tinyplace over to it's new home at It's a fair amount of work...I'm converting the whole blog to PHP, and just trying to have things a bit better organized, and that means converting a lot of links and filenames, and moving this whole Movable Type operation over there.
So what I'm saying is, this is not going to take place by tomorrow.

However, it will happen soon, and then I will only be Shauna's honorary sweet, sweet bitch. Wish me luck!

December 31, 2001

ninjas by law

"Have you seen that Presidents of the United States video? The one for Peaches? That's the best video I've ever seen.

Why? Because it's got ninjas in it! Ninjas! They should require every band by law to have at least one video with ninjas in it."

- Via my friend Paris, about 6 years ago.

December 29, 2001

it's okay to play in the muck

I went to Bellingham to go see my sweet and loopy ex-roomie, now happily paired with the man of her dreams and going to school to be a Phyto-Remediation expert. I think that's where you learn how to use plants to repair toxicity in the environment.

She's really into not letting things go to waste. She saves everything. ("I let Colin throw away an old pair of shoes today!" she protests, but I lived with her, so really I know better.)

The reason I'm mentioning this is that she recently harvested some 5 5-gallon buckets of apples from neglected apple trees in the greater Bellingham area, and her kitchen is filled with jars of applesauce. I brought over some rum and we made cider and drank rummy cider and they taught me to play cribbage. (One for his nob! And two for his heels!)

She also told me about this poem she wrote. It was so nice, I wanted to post it:

It's okay to play
in the muck
just don't stay
every day
don't get stuck.

Please remember that.

December 28, 2001

the next level

While I was in Rockford, IL we went to a lot of chain restaurants. You know, those upscale chain restaurants with a theme. Like The Thunder Bay Grille, where a waiter offered to take our meal to "the next level".

The waiter had clearly been honing his schtick, but I honestly don't think he was cut out for it. I think his schtick would have been a little bit more appropriate for, like, an extreme sports tour guide or something...I don't know if it was really satisyfying him to serve food.

We all ordered entrees, and all of them came with various soup and salad elements. Also, on the table they had these flat drop buscuits that I think were supposed to resemble hard-tack, but they were so mealy and filled with corn syrup, I don't think that's how people aye them in the wild west, if you know what I mean.

(Note: Are references to the wild west lost on international readers? Andrea? Shauna?)

So we're all sitting there, finishing up our limp salads, when the young waiter, after putting our entrees on a little tray, says, "Are you guys ready to take it to the next level?" meaning, well...dinner. We assured him that we could handle the intensity that was our entree, and he served us.

Now my mom, had ordered her favorite entree there. It's an entree where they have penne noodles, big hunks of salmon, and asparagus, all drenched in this creamy sauce. My mom really likes it, but she doesn't like it so sauce drenched, so she asks for the sauce on the side.

One would assume this to mean that she liked all of the salmon, veggies and pasta on one plate, and the the sauce on the the side. Evidently, however, only about one out of three times she ordered the dish, did she receive it this way.

This time the waited confidently brought her a plate with the asparagus and salmon drenched in sauce, and the noodles on the side. "Here's your side of sauce," he said confidently, "that's how they do it!"

My mom was a little dismayed, but not really entirely surprised. She tried to explain a little, and our server, who clearly wasn't bringing us to the next level, mumbled out some excuses and took off.

He tried again later (to try and recover some semblance of a tip) and sort of tried to re-explain, "You see, the cook didn't want the fish and asparagus to get dry, so he served it like that. I understand that wasn't really what you wanted. If you want it like that next time, maybe you should say you want, 'Everything in one plate, except...'"

"The sauce, on the side?" my mom inturrupted.


December 26, 2001

it's nice to talk about normal things

I, uh, went back home to Rockford for the holidays. How about that?

December 16, 2001

test entry

looks like the tinyblog is back online. thanks for your patience through the technical difficulties and I will now commence to get back to business in what appears to be the longest "week" in recorded history.

November 29, 2001

A Year of Blogging

I know I've already mentioned it several times, but today is my first Bloggy Birthday, and I just thought it worthwhile to thank two people.

When I had been posting for only about 2 weeks, it had started to get kind of old, and I was thinking about just letting the tinyblog die. It was cool, I wrote some fun things, and then I just wasn't sure if it was worth the effort.

Then, I visited one of first weblogs I read regularly, The Booge and realized, that for the first time, I was linked on his sidebar.

Well now I could hardly NOT UPDATE! In fact, I realized it was nothing less than my civic duty to post regularly. Really though, seeing that made me decide that I did want to keep up with it after all, and it's been a really cool place to be able to put my writing, and practice my newfound web design skills in a laid-back kinda way.

Then, the first real weblog I ever read (unless you count's daily bleat, and I don't) was's What's New Pussycat. Not only was she friendly to my initial stalking of her, but when I wanted more reliable hosting, she allowed me to park the tinyblog at her site, where it sits even now. Now it has grown into the deepest online friendship I've ever had, and if for that reason alone I'm glad I started weblogging. Thanks, Shauna.

Someday I may even see what she looks like.

November 26, 2001

almost one year of tinyblogging!

On November 29th, 2000, I somehow got the idea that I wanted my own weblog, and so I started one! Here's what my masthead looked like back then:

In honor of 1 year I'm doing a few things. For one thing, I moved the blog over to movable type, where I have much more control over everything. CONTROL!

In addition, I put a little ad on blogger!

And last but not least, I'm doing a very special ALL SEX edition of the tinyblog for several days starting on the 29th, my one year anniversary.

Thank you everyone who reads, I really do appreciate it.

what's with that tinyblog guy anyway?

Well, for one thing, he's been saving up all his pennies to move over to the Movable Type content management system (translation: thingy like blogger and greymatter, but cooler). Or is that marbles? Yes, saving up marbles.

So what you're looking at, is the new, and hopefully improved MT generated tinyblog. I've been posting on both systems for awhile now, so it's nice to only have to post to one place. Allelujia!

While basically the same design, let me take you on a leetle tour of the new features: the sidebar is super-fancy now, making it much easier to find things in my archives, if anyone were inclined to do such a thing. Also, I have the link to my current blog page in the form of .'s in the shape of TINYBLOG. I had this in an earlier design and, well, just sort of missed it.

Also, the comments system is the new MT one, and has been revamped a little.

There is a link to a pop-up window, which, as of this writing does not work yet, but it's little things like that that have kept me from just moving over to this version for months now and I've had enough! It will work soon and it will be beautiful!

November 19, 2001

grouchy grouch from grouchport

I've been intermittantly grouchy for about 3 weeks now. Nothing is working. I went to a fun party the other night and that cheered me up for about 24 hours.

I don't know exactly why...a couple of interpersonal doors slamming shut in my face, a little bit of general complication, nothing to write, been sick for weeks...

I know, I know, there's starving kids in Afghanistan, and just because I feel like I don't have a creative bone in my body doesn't mean I never did. In fact, I once wrote a little fairy tale about grouchiness itself, maybe I can learn a little from the protagonist.

It's called Buckskin Bean and the Grouchies. Please enjoy (now in beautiful HTML), and wellwishing will not be scorn'd.

November 16, 2001


This week's topic over at Meeting of the Minds is pickles. is my contribution.

November 14, 2001

from albert hoffman's 'lsd - my problem child'

"If LSD-25 had indeed been the cause of this bizarre experience, then it must be a substance of extraordinary potency. There seemed to be only one way of getting to the bottom of this. I decided on a self-experiment.

Exercising extreme caution, I began the planned series of experiments with the smallest quantity that could be expected to produce some effect, considering the activity of the ergot alkaloids known at the time: namely, 0.25 mg (mg = milligram = one thousandth of a gram) of lysergic acid diethylamide tartrate. Quoted below is the entry for this experiment in my laboratory journal of April 19, 1943.

4/19/43 16:20: 0.5 cc of 1/2 promil aqueous solution of diethylamide tartrate orally = 0.25 mg tartrate. Taken diluted with about 10 cc water. Tasteless.
17:00: Beginning dizziness, feeling of anxiety, visual distortions, symptoms of paralysis, desire to laugh.

Supplement of 4/21: Home by bicycle. From 18:00- ca.20:00 most severe crisis. (See special report.)

Here the notes in my laboratory journal cease. I was able to write the last words only with great effort. By now it was already clear to me that LSD had been the cause of the remarkable experience of the previous Friday, for the altered perceptions were of the same type as before, only much more intense. I had to struggle to speak intelligibly. I asked my laboratory assistant, who was informed of the self-experiment, to escort me home.


Every exertion of my will, every attempt to put an end to the disintegration of the outer world and the dissolution of my ego, seemed to be wasted effort. A demon had invaded me, had taken possession of my body, mind, and soul. I jumped up and screamed, trying to free myself from him, but then sank down again and lay helpless on the sofa. The substance, with which I had wanted to experiment, had vanquished me. It was the demon that scornfully triumphed over my will. I was seized by the dreadful fear of going insane. I was taken to another world, another place, another time. My body seemed to be without sensation, lifeless, strange. Was I dying? Was this the transition?


Now, little by little I could begin to enjoy the unprecedented colors and plays of shapes that persisted behind my closed eyes. Kaleidoscopic, fantastic images surged in on me, alternating, variegated, opening and then closing themselves in circles and spirals, exploding in colored fountains, rearranging and hybridizing themselves in constant flux. It was particularly remarkable how every acoustic perception, such as the sound of a door handle or a passing automobile, became transformed into optical perceptions. Every sound generated a vividly changing image, with its own consistent form and color.

Late in the evening my wife returned from Lucerne. Someone had informed her by telephone that I was suffering a mysterious breakdown. She had returned home at once, leaving the children behind with her parents. By now, I had recovered myself sufficiently to tell her what had happened."

Ever done it?

November 12, 2001


My friend Mark just told me about the best pick-up line he ever heard while he lived in Austria.

He walked into a bar in Vienna, and this guy just kinda singled him out. "Hey beautiful man-boy," he said, "what's your name?"

"Mark, " he said.

Now, a little background...the way the name is said in German is, "Markus", so the man said, "With a kus?" which is the German word for "kiss".

"Yes," said Mark, "with a Kus."

"Well," said the man, "then you need the Kus," and he promptly laid one on him.

November 9, 2001

the late afternoon program

For 5th and 6th grade I went to a private school in Rockford, IL called Keith Country Day School. Since both my parents worked full time, I would stay after school in a kind of glorified daycare supervised by a grade school teacher called The Late Afternoon Program, or more commonly called LAP (each letter pronounced).

Calling it a "program" was truly a bit of a stretch, since it was mostly just time we could run amok on the campus and entertain ourselves. It was a little boring, but actually kind of nice. I had two LAP friends who provided me with vastly different kinds of entertainment.

One was T.J., who would play with me an elaborate realtime role-playing adventure called simply, "The Spy Game". It was sort of an ongoing set of missions...we would just sort of lounge around on the playground equipment and tell this storytelling game where I was a master spy and he was...well...everything else. I can't really describe how fun this game was, but I really looked forward to it, 'cause T.J. was a really good storyteller and always kept it compelling. He was only there a couple of days a week though.

A couple of the other days of the week, I would hang out with Lynn, the most sophisticated 5th grader I had ever met. She would tell me stories like:

"So I was at T.C.B.Y. and this guy was, like, totally winking at me. So after a while I finally walked over to him and said, 'Do you have something in your eye?' and he said, 'uhhhh, yeah, I guess,' and I said, 'Well, get it out!"

She was already deeply into the dating scene at age 11. She would always impress me...she was one of the few people in this world where I would just shut up and listen and mentally take notes. In retrospect I wonder what was behind her persistant need to impress me. Maybe she liked me. I'd like to think that, cause I liked her, even though I totally considered her out of my reach.

Okay, so I know I'm already several paragraphs into this, but here's where my real story begins:

There had recently been a school vacation, and, since like I said, both of my parents worked, they were forced to find some other child care options. We ended up hanging out at this daycare run by a presbyterian church. While I was there, I flirted deeply with one of the other kids there. She was really cute and sort of compellingly sexy for a gradeschooler. I asked her in code if she would be my girlfriend (big dork!) and she said yes. She gave me her phone number, and in not too many days I was back in The Late Afternoon Program with Lynn.

Eager to finally have a story to share, I told her about the girl, who I was now "going out" with. Lynn laughed at me, "Really? What's her phone number?"

I rattled it off, just to prove that such a thing existed. She laughed again and asked me to repeat it. She repeated it a few times to herself like a threat.

The next time I saw Lynn at LAP, she looked at me with a gleam in her eye, "I called that girl. She says you never asked her out, and that she wouldn't have gone out with you anyway 'cause she's only eight." She laughed.

I had previously thought that "being someone's girlfriend" included "going out" but at that moment I realized my painful lack of sophistication about the subject. I couldn't understand why Lynn had chosen to pointedly humiliate me in this way, and I still don't.

November 8, 2001

genuine difference of opinions

My mom and I would get into some pretty serious debates, often involving household policy as it pertained to me.

She really wanted her reasons to be understood, and so she would verbally spar with me as long as it seemed like it could be productive. However, sometimes there would be a point where she would look at me and say, "Kiddo, what we have here is a Genuine Difference of Opinions."

I think at the time it really frustrated me, usually because that meant I wasn't going to convince her of anything else, and she wasn't going to try to convince me of anything else. The issue had settled, and the outcome basically came down to authority, which at the time was her.

Now, though, I love the genuine difference of opinions. It means that two people can hold completely different ideas, even be in the same room, and that is O-K. It means I don't have to try and convince you of anything, and you don't have to try and convince me of anything.

It's interesting though, when I say to people, "Well, what we have here is a Genuine Difference of Opinions," I get to sometimes see the very same dismayed look upon their face that I once had on mine.

My mom rocks.

November 6, 2001

the sun on the smooth flat rocks, and me

Once, while riding in a VW bus into Oregon with three sweet hippies, a hard core runaway, and a mad genius, I got so sick. We stayed with some friends of the people I was travelling with in Eugene, OR for about a week. Then finally we headed into the Oregon rainforest with a box of food we had obtained from the local Christian charity.

The night we got there it was raining and so wet I didn't think they'd get a fire started to warm the beans, but they did. By that time I didn't care. I was huddled in my tiny spot on the floor of the van, shivering with cramps and fever. The next three nights were so cold I could not sleep, until the sun warmed things up a bit during the day. I just remember hoping it would be over for hours at a time.

My lungs and gastrointestinal system were inflamed and it was uncomfortable to breathe, move, live, anything. Finally, after the third night, as the sun came up, I thought, "Today I'm going to bathe."

I still felt like shit, but I knew the corner had been turned, and that I somehow needed to drag myself down to the riverbed, with its round flat stones, and the ice cold water at the cusp between winter and spring. My friend Rob came down with me and I was glad for the company.

It wasn't much of a bath. I jumped in to my solar plexus and the cold of the river sucked all the air out of my body. Somehow I still managed to get my head under and rub frantically at myself for a moment. That was enough, it was like being encased in ice.

I staggered up onto the rocks and the sun hit me full on and even though it was probably 60 degrees it felt like 80. The sun tore away my sickness and I realized at that moment how deeply sick I had been. Sick with fear for my whole life up to that point of some imagined crisis of pride that just didn't make sense.

It dawned on me that moment that I had no responsibility other than to simply keep myself alive, and that it wasn't really all that tough. Some wieght left me that day, and I have gone through harder times since, but never that same deep wieght that I had ever since childhood. It left me on that day.

I mention this because I'm getting over a cold, and feeling a little wieghty, and a bath in the river sounds very nice right now, so I can feel the warm intensity of the sun on my naked chest.

November 5, 2001

oh, my sweet carabear is gone

Hey Daniel,

Well, 4 audio books, some Art Bell, a very near miss with an elk --- herd, running out of gas in the middle of the night once, and a 200 mile lightning storm later I'm still hanging on. I got this postcard in Nebraska; I didn't sleep at all last night and I'm writing this from your home state of Illinois. I'm surprised at how beautiful this part of the state us (somewhere near Peoria). Nathan and I make good travelling companions and although we're weary we're having a grand time. I miss you already. Much much love,

xoxoxo Cara

November 4, 2001

upcoming bloggy birthday

On 11-29 of last year, I made my first post to the tinyblog. I remember sitting there, messing with Blogger that day, trying to see if I could make it all work.

Now, over 300 posts later, it has almost been a year since I started.

Pressing my ear to the glass of my monitor I can hear someone whispering, "What are you going to do, to celebrate such a grand occaision?"

(And even though it was just me whispering,) I answer like I was on Larry King Live...oh no, wait, sort of like a cross between Larry King Live and those fake interviews on the WWF, like David Letterman back in the early 80's:

For one thing, I'm going to finally complete my swap over to MovableType, along with a few enhancements of course, to prettify the place up.

And for another thing, I'm going to do a long rambling series of posts, (much like my earlier ones on catholic grade school, my gruesome accident tales, and my ex-girlfriend Cammy) only this one is going to be about the most fun and prurient of all post topics, SEX.

Not that it hasn't been mentioned, but I'm really going to exhaust the topic if at all possible. Then it'll be down here on the internet and I never have to worry about having a political career ever again (although that milestone was reached when I went naked on cable TV). I'm just going to write about it for days on end until I can't think of anything else to say.

And it's going to be more candid than...well, more candid than maybe you can stomach, but you'll have fair warning, hopefully.

And when? Well, sometime in November...that's all I can pin down right now.

October 29, 2001

investigation of the masquerade

On Saturday I went to my first round of Halloween parties, dressed up as Jesus. I have long hair and a beard, and look sort of like the iconographic Jesus, so all I have to do really is wrap a sheet around myself and put a crown of thorns on my head. I also handed out little Jesus Saves cards to everyone.

It was a whirlwind night, and frankly, I can't believe I woke up without a hangover. Hydrate, kids, it's really the key!

However, it was merely the warm-up for wednesday's Consolidated Works party: Investigation of the Masquerade.

My costume is TOP SECRET (I can't go as Jesus again!). I am going with my sister, and the asshole. And I can't wait.

October 26, 2001

BBQ Porn

I went over to a friend's new house, and he had such a beutiful kitchen. All spacious and white and sky blue.

Then I got confused by a picture he had on his fridge. It was a picture of a huge stainless steel BBQ. Roasting on spits were 4 full chickens, and countless steaks and chops on every inch of its many surfaces. It was an obscene BBQ.

"What's up with this picture?" I said.

"Oh that," he said, "it's barbeque porn."

October 25, 2001

christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy

Some writing that inspired me in the last 24 hours:

Well it takes weights off hips, bust, thighs, chin, midriff,
Gives you dandruff, and it finds you a job, it is a job
And it strips the phone company free take ten for five exchange,
And it gives you denture breath
And you know it's a friend, and it's a companion
And it gets rid of your traveler's checks
It's new, it's improved, it's old-fashioned
Well it takes care of business, never needs winding,
Never needs winding, never needs winding
Gets rid of blackheads, the heartbreak of psoriasis,
Christ, you don't know the meaning of heartbreak, buddy,
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
'Cause it's effective, it's defective, it creates household odors,
It disinfects, it sanitizes for your protection
It gives you an erection, it wins the election
Why put up with painful corns any longer?

"I hate you," she said to me one afternoon. Her English was flawless. "I really, really hate you." Call me sensitive, but I couldn't help but take it personally.

Tomorrow you'll see what you've broken and torn tonight,
thrashing in the dark. Inside you
there's an artist you don't know about.
He's not interested in how things look different in moonlight.

If you niether dwell, percieve, nor stray from the ultimate,
Then you are the holy practitioner, the torch which illumines darkness.

October 23, 2001

ongoing tiny tragedies

Well, my hopes that my workmate Co'ray was not gonna get into crystal meth are looking pretty unfounded.

We went and sat in his car and smoked a bowl this afternoon, before my shift started. "I'm smoking a lot less weed these days," he said, "now that I'm using crystal, too."

"Mmm," I said. I've said everything I'm gonna say about it. He knows how I feel.

"I might be moving to Oregon pretty soon," he says, perhaps in response to the look on my face, "I'll probably quit doing it then."

I just wanted to get out of the car so he couldn't see the look on my face.

October 22, 2001

don't feel too damn much like blogging

And why not? Well, I'm doing a bunch of back-end stuff. For one thing, I'm in the process of converting the tinyblog to the amazingly amazing Movable Type, about to mature into it's second official release.

For another, I'm helping a couple of other people movie their blogs over to MT.

For another, I'm learning how to script in ASP.

And for another, Halloween is coming up and this year just seems like the year to have a super fun time all over the place. All of my friends are taking it very seriously and there's a million and a half parties to go to. (I think I'm going to try and make four of them!)

I think I'm gonna be Jesus, and the guy from The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari.

In addition to my behind-the-scenes work, I also have updated the Linklove page to include a list of Seattle bloggers.

Enough of making only heartbreakingly good blog friends in Australia. It's about time to read some people that I could concievably go have coffee with! So shouts out to Seattle bloggers.

That's enough. I said I didn't feel much like blogging!

October 11, 2001

quigley down under

I turned to my classmate as we were waiting to get the computer lab unlocked, "What's that Tom Selleck movie where he's a sharpshooter in Australia?"

She looked at me, puzzled....for a moment. Then the light went on, "Quigley Down Under."

Oh yeahhhh! I thought...when the lab was unlocked I looked up its entry on imdb, to see it's sad tagline: "There's a price on his head. A girl on his mind. And a twinkle in his eye."

I'll have to ask Shauna if it's "ozzed up", which is, she tells me, a term for actors in a movie really making themselves say "mate" and "g'day" a lot and really accentuating their accents. When I went to see "the dish", she told me it was ozzed up.

All I remember is Tom Selleck shooting things from really, really far away, which doesn't make for much of an action movie. Oooooh, he can hit a coffee can from 2000 feet! Bring on Van Damme! He's no match for Quigley down under.

October 10, 2001

the deep fryer

One boring summer vacation day, I decided I was going to do some deep frying. I think I had some french fries or something I wanted to start with. I filled a pan with a few inches of oil and made my fries.

Now I had a pan full of oil...what else could I deep fry?

I remember I pretty much tried to deep fry everything in the kitchen. I even tried to crack an egg and deep fry that. It got all bubbly and wierd, but it wasn't too bad if I remember correctly.

I must've sat there in that kitchen for an hour before I finally stopped, because I finally reached my deep frying limit.

I put in a piece of bread...yum, right? Like deep fried toast. I toasted it and let it cool off a little, and then took a hearty bite. A piece of bread is basically like a little sponge. I bit into it and about 4 tasblespoons of canola oil poured down my throat. Oh, how utterly yucky. No more deep frying for me.

Now I bake my french fries.

October 7, 2001


I just took a short nap and had napmares. I don't usually remember my dreams if I sleep a whole night. Almost never. But when I sleep for less than an hour, then the dreams come.

I was driving somewhere...trying to get on I-5. I just remember being really confused and disoriented. I passed a street and two friends in the car with me started saying loudly, "You missed the turn-off, it was right there," and pointing as I passed.

I felt everything slow down and I couldn't think of what to do or how best to turn around and go back. Everything was so heavy and thick. I just pulled over to the side of the road. I was a busy street, and my friends were saying, "What are you doing?" They just seemed very alarmed and afraid.

I couldn't turn my head and something felt wrong about my position...I knew this wasn't a good place to pull over and I could mentally feel that a car could slam into us from the back at any moment. I could imagine how it would feel. It began to dawn on me that I was very drunk, and that the car was very slowly turning in the wrong direction. I thought I had my foot on the brake pedal but now I wasn't sure. My friends were gone.

Again I felt like I was in a strange position...gravity was pulling from the wrong direction. I wondered if I had had my foot on the gas and flipped the car. The police were going to come and all of the terribleness of an motor vehicle accident was going to begin anew.

Then I realized why gravity seemed to be was coming from the side, because I was lying down. I was in my bed. I was not really in a car. Relief, of the profoundest kind, but how sad and tired I feel.

October 6, 2001

organ meats

organ meats

I didn't sleep. I was feeling a little weird and off, so I finally went to the grocery store to look for something to make for my lunch today.

I was just looking for a piece of meat to fry, but nothing was good and cheap...everything on sale looked grody. For some reason I picked up a big beef liver and looked at it for a moment. Then I went and looked at chicken, but QFC only has mega-packs of everything and it's hard to get just a little chicken. Then I saw a package of turkey organ meats and it just made my mouth water.

It dawned on my that I had been feeling a little sluggish, and there was probably something in those organ meats that my body was screaming out for. I decided to make an organ meat and root veggie fall soup. I got some turkey neck wierd parts to fill out the flavor of the stock, too.

I browned the necks, chopped onions and the diced organ meats, and put them in the water with chopped yams, parsnips, some squash, and a little S&P and oregano. It wasn't quite full bodied enough so I poured in a can of crushed tomatos...those grilled Muir Glen organic ones.

Even eating a couple of scraps of liver as I browned them was just so damn delicious...sometimes I'll get a craving for greens like that, never organ meats before though. The soup turned out great, and even though I still haven't slept, I just feel mellow and energized.

So this is to encourage you to go shopping and just look at stuff and pick it up and smell it and ask yourself what your body wants. Maybe it wants organ meats. Maybe not.

October 2, 2001

what are you doing today?

What are you doing today? Trolling through blogs? What are you looking for? What do you hope that you will find? Why are you looking for it here? I am flattered, but really...I'm just as fucked up as you are. What are you thinking?!?

All I can say is, whatever it is...I hope you find it. I would give it to you if I had it. I would...I promise.

October 1, 2001

lunch question of the day

My freshman year of high school was actually the most fun year. I made friends with a bunch of Theater seniors, and then they were all gone by my sophomore year. So, for that one year I was sort of cool, and sat with a cool, slutty journalism major that I had a major crush on.

We sat together for lunch, and that year developed some level of geeky noteriety as a lunch table for our bizarre demonstrations with the school's sub-food pizza product, and for our lunch time questions.

They were rather Howard Stern-ish usually, playing on the puerile sexual fascination of our fellow students. One notable question, asked to at least 30 people during the course of a lunch hour, "Would you voluntarily sleep with your opposite-sex parent for a billion dollars?"

Best answer? "Hell yeah! I'd sleep with my mom and my grandmother on national television and do it up all nasty for a billion dollars!"

September 30, 2001

please don't let me be misunderstood

Baby you understand me now
If sometimes you see I'm mad
Doncha know that no one alive can always be an angel?
When everything goes wrong you see some bad

Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

Ya know sometimes baby I'm so carefree
with a joy that's hard to hide
Then sometimes it seems again that all I have is worry
And then you're bound to see my other side

But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

If I seem edgy
I want you to know
I never meant to take it out on you
Life has its problems
and I get more than my share
but that's me one thing I never mean to do

Cos I love you
Oh baby
I'm just human
Don't you know I have faults like anyone?

Sometimes I find myself alone regretting
some little fooling thing
some simple thing that I've done

I'm just a soul whose intentions are good
Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood

I try so hard
So don't let me be misunderstood

(1964) Gloria Caldwell, Sol Marcus, Bennie Benjamin
- As performed by nina simone.

September 24, 2001

t i n y p l a c e

Today I finally got the details worked out and put up tinyplace, the site that houses the tinyblog.

What is there? Well, there's the tinyblog of course. And a splashy splash page. And a list of links...pretty exciting, right?

Well, the meat of it is really If I Call It Poetry, Will Anyone Read It?

Through most of the 90's, I spent at least one night a week in a coffee shop somewhere in Chicago, Rockford, or Seattle, writing and reading aloud poetry that I thought would at the very least get people's attention. One time I even won the original Green Mills poetry slam in uptown Chicago, the first, and possibly rowdiest poetry reading in the nation.

I've got four poems up now, to read, and listen to in .mp3 format. I've recorded several and will gradually put them up as it seems prudent.

In addition, I hope to be adding other sections to, you know, all the about me page for instance. Hehehe.


September 18, 2001

fuck cnn

Their new little news header? "America's New War".

New, and Improved, with extra crunchy goodness.

Fuck CNN. Fuck America's New War.

if you run a blog

I miss you and your stories about your life! Stop being so stunned and start being creative again, goddamnit! The world needs you now more than ever!

silly, silly people

A Buddhist friend emailed me yesterday and told me how large portions of his family are starting to distance themselves from him, because they percieve him as a heathen devil-worshipper, and don't want to be too associated with him now that the end times are coming. Amazing.

Then of course there's all the stories of people who look even remotely middle-eastern being harassed.

In Seattle that sort of behavior is so passe that I get a little insulated from the extreme ball of ignorance that the US can be sometimes. Then someone beats a gay man to death or starts insulting arabs in the streets, and I remember...oh yes, Alabama exists. Hehehe. Really though, if only it was confined to Alabama. I'm know there's just as much prejudice in Western Washington.

September 17, 2001

the cat will be ok

I am now a catsitter. I have been for a week. Somehow, my lovely charge got some kind of wicked case of the fleas.

She yowled and scratched against anything that wouldn't fall over for 2 days before I finally got some flea medicine and dosed her. Days later she was still miserable.

It was a bonding experience, really. She would come over to me and whine and writhe around and I would feel great pity. After a week I couldn't stand it and went and got flea shampoo. I wish I had done that right off the bat.

Now she's wet and pissed and I have the scratches to prove it, but I think she's looking a little less...fleabitten.

September 14, 2001

visible criticism

The man at this public address lambasted me a bit for my choice of articles (see They Can't See Why They Are Hated).

Jeff Ward, who maintains the blog as well as Visible Darkness, implies it's tactless. I agree with him, it is tactless. But it also needs to be said so much more than it's going to be said!

He says in his post that there is an implicit message in the article that the British are somehow presenting themselves as free of any fault...I just didn't get this idea from the article. I just hear it saying, "Americans are clueless", which is hard to refute.

I live here! I will tell you that I have never felt so American as this week, and I am proud and ashamed at the same time for that. I know what Americans know about Palestine, and that is shit. Hell, I know nothing about Palestine and I still know more than most Americans. We thought we could do whatever we wanted to make our lives more comfortable and it had to backfire.

Are we going to learn any kind of lesson about how to live with all of these other people on the world? No, because now we are justified in having "a quiet, unyielding anger" from which we can strike all the enemies we wished we could strike before.

He partially concluded, "I have no choice but to stand with my country. Not blindly to follow it into Armageddon, but to stand with it in the intolerance of terrorism. Sink or swim."

What does it mean to stand by one's country? I feel like it means taking partial responsibility for what the way this country conducts itself. I will be very curious to see how this is actually handled...but I don't see much beyond the same jingoistic "who 'lil ol' us?" rhetoric in almost all of the writing about September 11th. That's why I chose to highlight the article.

September 13, 2001

"what could some political thing have to do with blowing up office buildings during working hours?" said one new yorker

Unconstrained by any superpower rival or system of global governance, the US giant has rewritten the global financial and trading system in its own interest; ripped up a string of treaties it finds inconvenient; sent troops to every corner of the globe; bombed Afghanistan, Sudan, Yugoslavia and Iraq without troubling the United Nations; maintained a string of murderous embargos against recalcitrant regimes; and recklessly thrown its weight behind Israel's 34-year illegal military occupation of the West Bank and Gaza as the Palestinian intifada rages.
From the most merciless, and perhaps best article I've yet read about this whole thing, "They can't see why they are hated."
[via's news include]

just you wait for the blockbuster film!

Bruce Willis: Me and the guys voted to take 'em down honey. I'll talk to you soon.
Meg Ryan: I love you, honey...go get 'em.
Bruce Willis: (snaps shut his cel phone) Alright boys, we got a job to do. Yippie-ki-yay, motherfuckers.

(Only in the film Bruce heroically lands the plane and Meg Ryan punches the dickhead reporter.)

the simple world

the simple world

You know, so many people are just either writing about the event...or...more commonly it seems, linking to people who are writing about the event. All of the blogging as usual seems to be suspended. All of the people who I'm accustomed to hearing about the details of their lives, suddenly all have the same details. In spite of the fact that there's all of this conversation about it and support and such, I feel inestimably lonely in the vaccuum.

After days of listening to NPR in my car nonstop I have some thoughts, but nothing anyone hasn't said yet. There simply isn't enough information to allow for very a complex interpretation of things. Suddenly somehow the world situation is the simplest it has been in thousands of years. Everyone knows what happened, everyone has similar information, everyone is standing by, concerned. Yassir fucking Arafat is giving his own blood for the American people.

I guess it will all get complicated again very soon.

[link via the excellent Server Side Include provided by]

September 11, 2001

it's worth it to say something

It felt weird to go back and look at my entry the day it happened...particularly frivolous. It made me a little uneasy seeing it there, since that's certainly not what I felt like today.

Normally I feel pretty staid in the face of such things, but I listened to NPR today, and several eyewitnesses made me cry. One cop came on and could barely keep it together, "I thought it was blocks and peices of debris falling, and then I saw they had arms and legs...I can't say anything else about it right now."

Also it made me cry for some reason when they talked about how all these people in Manhattan were lining up to give blood. The thought of all those stunned, earnest people standing in line, trying to do something, just made me lose it.

September 6, 2001

are you going to dangle your weenie?

I find great pleasure in peeing outside. It just seems natural. Being a boy, I can usually find a discreet place anywhere, even in the city. I'm averse to doing it on cement, or somehwere it's going to dry and smell, but anywhere it will soak into the ground is not in bad form in my opinion.

I know, I know. Usually such behavior is reserved only for drunken frat boys and chronic public inebriates, but I cannot help the way I am. Even given the choice of a fine marble bathroom or the great outdoors, I will always choose to go behind a tree in the twilight. Only then do I feel I can truly relax.

But not everyone is such a fan. My sister can tell by the tone of my voice, "Hey Elisabeth, hold on."

She sighs, "You're gonna go dangle your weenie?"


Sometimes girls say they wish they had a weenie to dangle, but I have seen plenty of girls who could whip out their booties and hang it out over the ground (watch out for tall grass!), take care of business and have no one be the wiser. I speak of her and her. But alas, it seems to be a rare skill, and they still do have to actually get a waistband down to their thighs.

So if you ever meet me, and we are out for a walk, and I say, "Hang on a sec...", then simply look the other way and tap your foot if it bothers you...or just continue the conversation, I don't care...I'm sure you've all seen one before.

August 31, 2001

tinyblog icon

I finally figured out how to make a little FavIcon (the little icon that appears next to your favorite links in Internet Explorer) if you have made the tinyblog a favorite, go ahead and kill the favorite, reload the page, and re-bookmark it. Cute, isn't it?

If you haven't made the tinyblog a favorite...well, isn't it about time?

August 22, 2001

i would like email today

So please think of some reason and Email me. I'm sure you must have something to say.


Bonus points if it is intriguing or intimate or inappropriate, but just a "hi" will be nice. I'm of course not telling anyone they have to do anything, but how can you ever get what you want if you do not ask?

tonight I just got so tremendously inspired. it's so very strange, the idea of living life as art. one wants to do it, but then once one tries, then it seems to generate this kind of arrogance that one is behaving so mindfully and everyone is asleep lit

I don't think arrogance is very artful, though, so that's some kind of stumbling block. Or maybe not, maybe being aware of the arrogance is a good first step. But then it's easy to get arrogant about that. It seems like there's this constant unmasking to mindfulness, like I realize that it's just one act after another. I drop one act and then realize that there's an actor dropping that act, too. Doing the inspired act and then the arrogant act and then the humble act and then the...

I wonder what is behind all the acts? What am I acting for? Who is acting?

I do not know.

August 21, 2001


Just so everyone knows, I'm going to a little meditation retreat from the 24th to the 29th, and so the tinyblog, and Email will just be empty voids, much like my mind, for those 5 days.

Oh c'mon, try not to whinge so. You can handle fact, I think I'll put up a pretty archive page so's you can look through some old posts if you really get desperate for Gruesome Accident Tales or something.

August 15, 2001

Survey Says!

Survey Says!
the tinyblog survey

Finally the results are in. Thank you to everyone who wrote funny, funny answers, and especially thanks to everyone who just wrote normal, honest anwers about themselves. Although I only really posted one group, I appreciated them all!

Blogger didn't seem to want to deal with such a large post, so I made this snazzy page to display my answers to each question, along with a few of my favorite answers. Some people are really funny!

August 14, 2001


One time I got so angry that I just felt like I had become anger. I remember it really vividly. It was about 6 months ago and I just woke up one morning really irritable. I went to BuddhaChurch™, which normally really cools things down, but somehow, that morning, it just irritated me more deeply. I couldn't even stay through the whole chant about compassion. I got in the car and drove home.

On the way home I realized that the irritation had grown into full-blown anger. It was amazing, amazing anger. It felt sort of good, but it was really just remarkable. Any direction I would turn my attention I would discover only anger. I would look at other drivers, or think about people in my life, or even look at inanimate objects, and each of them would bring up a new facet of anger directed at that specific thing or person.

I went home for a few minutes and took a shower, which took the edge off it a little bit. Then I went back and sat in a chair and listened to the Lama teach. I can't remember what he was teaching about because I was in sort of a wierd fugue and I kept falling in and out of sleep. When he was done, though, I realized that it had sunk in some, and I felt very calm and even. The anger was gone.

The reason I bring this up is because I had a similar experience today, but with disappointment. I had planned to go to a friend's Art History Presentation. I had written her and told her I was coming and I had recieved directions from her. I got home from work at about seven in the morning and her presentation was only a few miles away, at ten. I hadn't slept all night, and I thought I would get a couple of hours of sleep, so I would be able to stay awake for the presentation.

I set the timer on my alarm clock and promptly passed out. I woke up to the phone sister calling me. I looked first at the clock and saw that it was almost two PM and I had long since missed the presentation. I picked up the phone and had a normal conversation, but from that moment I just had this sense of disappointment like I had missed out on the most important thing in the universe and nothing else was entirely worth doing.

I knew it was absurd, but I'm glad my sister was calling to remind me to bring my car over to her house so she could take a driving test for a new job she was applying for. It forced me to get out of the house, otherwise I think I might have just crawled back into bed and stayed there for the rest of the day.

I just felt like disappointment itself. I was disappointed that I missed the presentation, I was disappointed with where I was in my life and how I was behaving towards people, and I felt acutely her disappointent and it felt almost unbearable to me. Really, it was a kind of conciet and melodrama. Probably it didn't affect her that much, but I just couldn't get over it.

I felt pretty much inconsolable until I got to work. Nothing like the rigors of responsibility and routine to bring one back to oneself.

August 13, 2001

white trash bbq

Oh did I have fun Saturday night at the White Trash BBQ held by my gay massage clients. It was quite an affair, and fun was had by all, from Thommie Rae to Sallie Mae. There were industrial strength bags of Cheetos, copies of the Weekly World News, and packs of Great Value cigarettes for all. Not to mention the cooler full of beer margaritas. You've never had a beer margarita?

In the immortal words of Lambtummy, "It doesn't taste like beer...and it doesn't taste like a marguerita!" Lambtummy, who has an 10 month old girl at home, and who was my ol' lady for the evening, strapped her favorite kitchen towel to her belly, and went barefoot and pregnant. On the drive down she informed me, "I'm not going to tell anyone I'm not pregnant unless they ask."

At first, people just assumed she was drinking fake Boone's Farm Sangria from inside that paper bag...but when she fired up a Great Value cigarette, people started to look a little uppity. Finally people started to ask which was fake, the booze or the baby. She fooled everyone...and we got a picture!

After everyone was in on it we all chilled and had a great evening. Everyone admitted that she had the hands down best costume, blue lipstick and all. Now that's class.

By the way, if you haven't filled out the tinyblog survey, then get on the stick, Bobbie Jean! I'm gonna give 'em a day or two more to accumulate.

August 11, 2001

be honest...yet clever

Also, I think I'm going to publish my favorite answers for each question. SO with your Email, please include whether or not I have permission to do so, and whether or not I have permission to credit you.

August 7, 2001

ok, so that's over

Ok, so that's over. Now maybe you know a little more about me than you ever wanted to do. I think it's about time to quit stalling and finish up the last of the reviews.

August 4, 2001

oh my god

Would I be the first to curse the day netscape ever decided to create their sorry-ass 4.x browser? I just looked at the tinyblog in 4.7 for the first time and I am crushed. For the love of GOD if you are using Netscape 4.x upgrade your browser!


Beloved Fellow Midwesterner.

July 29, 2001

let's get this party started

Ok, a few notes before I launch into my next series. First of all, I've got a few more reviews to do, and they will get took ShellyWeb a little while to get absolute links working, so I kind of lost my momentum.

Plus, I'm not sure I want the tinyblog totally identified with reviews anyway. I just recently read my review at Blog You!, and honestly was a little disappointed. I was actually hoping they would either eviscerate me properly with no mercy, or would actually read a couple of posts besides the reviews. But's just kind of lukewarm and inoffensive. So great. I'm a nice guy and I write nice reviews. Amazing. They did say I was likely to be kissable, however, and for that they are forgiven. (But who knows if they would know a good kiss if they got one, eh?)

Ok, anyway, on with life. I'd like to share my latest episode with y'all, so for the next few days, and without further ado:

A Tale of CamellaA Tale of Camella

July 26, 2001


Thanks to the outstanding Mena Trott, of, I now have a working comment system for the tinyblog. It may still be plain black on white, or it may be in it's snazzy stylesheet-activated form already, but in any case it is functional.

I would like to express my profound thanks to Mena, and to her husband Ben, who coded the darn thing. I've been bummed ever since blogvoices went down, and I asked Mena if I could somehow use her supercool custom comment system back when I reviewed her blog, and promptly forgot about it About two weeks ago she presented me with the code.

So, thanks again, and good luck to her weary self in the upcoming 24 Hour Blogathon on the 28th. Speaking of the Blogathan, the tinyplace will be sponsoring both and blog you! as they blog for the very worthy Guide Dogs for the Blind and Amnesty International, respectively.

Now you don't have to write me a cumbersome Email message every time you just wanna say, "Sheesh, Daniel, what's your problem?"

July 24, 2001

they say that breaking up is...

One of the hardest things I know how to do is tell someone that we can't be romantic anymore, and I had to do that today. To probably damn near the sweetest person on the planet, unfortunately.

I wished I could somehow look into her eyes and magically transmit the information that it wasn't because she wasn't desirable, or somebody worthy of love, or especially my love. Then her little girl feelings wouldn't be hurt and I could go to pub trivia with her tomorrow like we were super friends and it would be just fun and we wouldn't pine for each other at all or want to touch each other out of habit or any of that bullshit.

I didn't even insult her by saying, "Can we just be friends." Maybe we can, and maybe we can't, but it is something that has to rise from the ashes of what can't just sort of continue on as if nothing happened.

Damn me. I know I made a mistake in getting something started. It wasn't the right time. I wish I could tell all of the relevent stories, but some of the relevent parties have requested privacy. I remember when posting something on my weblog was as good as privacy. Now my mom reads it sometimes. Hehehe. Imagine how Heather Champ must feel.

I know it's been taking a long time for the tinyplace. It seems long to me anyway. Anyone know of a good free way to convert .wma format files to .mp3 or .wav? I haven't had much luck, and this would help a great deal.

July 17, 2001

thanks to mena...

The foxy Mena, and her talented husband, have hooked me up with the code for a version of's killer little custom comment system. As soon as I get on top of things and am a little closer to the launch of the tinyplace, I plan to institute it. Until then, please just keep Emailing me...because I like it.

July 10, 2001

oh what a completely delicious damn summer

Late nights walks through Wallingford to the video store picking flowers and feeling the warm easy air all around...the perfect temperature, so perfect it's like there is no temperature. Even my broken arm feels at ease and love is at ease.

The universe, for once, offers no resistance for one moment and allows me to glide seamlessly through it, lets me do whatever I want and it feels ok like to wieghty monumentous descisions. Delicious.

July 8, 2001


I was on a hike today that was awfully ambitious for a man with a broken elbow, but I had assistance and it worked out fine. I did get stung a few times in the fingers with nettles, though. Even hours later I can still feel their medicine sparkling in my joints.

I love nettles. The famous Tibetan yogi, Milarepa according to legend lived on nettles alone for so long that it turned his skin a greenish tint, which is how he is depicted. Nettles do make a remarkably nutritive tea, and are evidently great for menstruating women. I do not, however recommend trying to live on it.

They are also supposed to be quite good used topically (as I did involuntarily today) for rhuemetoid arthritis, which I do not doubt. When you get stung in the fingers you can feel it deep down in your joints, it is quite amazing. It's a little disconcerting at first, but feels really good somehow.

July 5, 2001

just because my arm is broken, doesn't mean I can't code

I haven't been blogging much because I haven't been at work, my primary internet connection. I did, however, finally get a computer at home, which means I have been one busy cat. If you go to, you will find quite a sorry little page. But not for long!

I will soon be launching the tinyplace as a full site, complete with meaningless, egoic personal ephemera. I will have a blog review section, for one thing, and a section entitled, if I call it poetry, will anyone read it?, with poems, adornments, and hopefully streaming media performances of the work (since most of it was written for the spoken word). I'm hoping to be ready for launch sometime in the next couple of weeks. I'm all excited even just thinking about it.

Once again my greatest thanks to those of you who sent Emails of concern and/or Emails giving me a hard time. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

June 21, 2001

canine lothario

For example, When "Mr. Right," "Mr. Dreamboat," "Mr. Knight in Shining Armor" is first standing in front of one, he is seen as solid or material in nature, singular, other than oneself, permanently the way his is (handsome, agreeable, kind, exclusively devoted to oneself, intelligent, etc. etc.) and a reliable source of pleasure and happiness. Later, when he is seen as a canine Lothario and the bane of one's existance, he is thought to be solid or material in nature, singular, other than oneself, permanently the way his is (thoughtless, cruel, unfaithful, uncaring, egocentric, stupid and unreliable), and a source of pain and unhappiness.

At such a point one usually condemns oneself for having been so stupid, while congratulating oneself on having finally woken up and seen the light. But in both cases one's mind is cloaked in ignorance.

-- From a footnote in the new issue (Vol. 5, Issue 1) of Shenpen Ösel, a tri-annual publication of Kagyu Shenpen Ösel Chöling (KSOC), a center for the study and practice of Tibetan Vajrayana Buddhism located in Seattle, Washington. Footnote by Lama Tashi Namgyal. No one says it quite like him.

Note: This issue is out in print, but not online yet. Shenpen Ösel is perhaps not for everyone, but it is quite worth reading.

student transcript



Qtrly: Gpa Cr 12.0 Cr Earn 12.0 P/S Cr 0.0 Grpts 48.0 GPA 4.00

Cum: Gpa Cr 30.0 Cr Earn 30.0 P/S Cr 0.0 Grpts 120.0 GPA 4.00
Clvl: Gpa Cr 30.0 Cr Earn 30.0 P/S Cr 0.0 Grpts 120.0 GPA 4.00

Yeah, baby! Whew!
Schoooooool's out for SUMMER!

June 16, 2001

one degree of seperation

On my referral logs I noticed that I got 2.6 metric buttload of hits from Meg on Friday. I looked and saw she'd linked back to my review but thought "Gawd, does she really get that much traffic?"

Then I was about to sign into Blogger and saw that she made blogger's "blog of note" last Sunday. Cool. Good to see the girl getting her props.

June 11, 2001

Oh, yeah! It's the greek-grok-grak-groke-gruke kid.

I just remembered, there's a story about Aidan on the tinyblog. It's on the sidebar, and it's called greek-grak-grok-groke-gruke. I may tell some other stories about him if I think of some. He's a very special kid.

a coupla people have asked who the kid is

His name is Aidan, and that picture was taken about 4 years ago when he was a young tyke of age 4 or 5 or so, and I lived with he and his mom. I really love that kid even though I haven't seen him in a coupla years.

I took those two pictures of him one morning...the one where he's looking away was taken first, I think. I just remember being so moved by how he looked at me so innocent and uncomprehending at that tender moment. I was always looking for an excuse to use those photos.

Anyway, thanks for the kudos, guys.


Well, it's about time the tinyblog had a redesign, that's all I have to say. It still needs some work, of course, but I just wanted to get it up. I've been looking at the beige guy for quite a while now. Any suggestions are welcome and appreciated.

June 5, 2001

thank you

Thank you so much to anyone who reads. You may not know it, but I really appreciate it. You people know me better than some people I talk to every day.

I've really put myself out there on these pages, and I have only experienced openness and support from the people who read and people who I read. I wish only for your happiness. You are all blessed.

May 31, 2001

I had fun last night

Oh, and shauna...I had fun last night.

no review today.

No review today. I was all fired up to review one The Airman's Mess, when I discovered he doesn't have absolute links set up. I sent him a scathing Email and will pick up and move on to the next person tomorrow if he doesn't get it together.

May 29, 2001

they are my own child

My Washington State Massage License is going to be renewed late, costing me an extra $80 plus the continuing education I'm going to have to get. However, it made me realize how glad I am to have it, and how glad I am to have the opportunity to do bodywork.

I love the feeling of unfolding the table and shaking out a clean set of flannel linens. I fly them over the table with a billow and pull them down, smoothing out every corner. I stand up next to the person and say, "So...tell me about your bod."

Then they tell me all the ways they hurt and the ways they hurt themselves. All of their private worry about their poor mortal coils trickles out and they look at me, pleading with me somehow to fix them. But I can't fix anyone. Here's what I can do:

I have them lay down with their head up and I slide my palm underneath their head and just lift at the base of the skull ever so slightly. I see their fists release a little as I pull, and run my fingers through their hair. Slowly I rock them back and forth, pull at them, stretch them, dance with them in little pirouettes in my own mind as I see a little 3-D web of what needs to be released.

Tension is like a thick knot of yarn. You can't just go into the center of it and start yanking. You have to start at the edges and loosen things up. Sometimes you have to just take one thread and meticulously backthread it through a hundred loops. Sometimes you DO just tug a little.

Some people need to be touched super gentle, and other people need their bodies bossed around a little. Every person relates to touch differently. When I have their gentle skull resting in my hands, though, it always feels like they are my own child and I want to take care of them.

In the end, they get up a little less restricted, a little further out of the body's "fight or flight" response, where it can come into homeostasis and heal itself. No one has ever scome to me for any length of time and not noticed some real change. It takes two to create really good bodywork, and people forget that. They are thanking me when I should really be thanking them. It can be just as healing for me, and I'm the one who leaves with a cheque.

wannabe web designer

I worked all day on my paid web gig, and, for better or for worse, it's done. Perhaps a bit of tweaking here and there, but not too bad for 15 hours or so of work. I even incorporated a blog for the "news" section of the site. I hope the client is happy, cause it was really zero hour notice. It's amazing how many details one has to attend to to put up even the simplest site. Making sure every alt tag, link, and page title doesn't say something embarassing like "v2.0 top page template". The code is very solid for my limited skills, I hope you will agree...well commented and planned, I thought. Oh what a beautiful day it will be when CSS2 is fully implemented.

Plus, they are going off to Chicago to pitch their new book, and when they get back, there will be a reading at Elliott Bay Books in Seattle, and I get to come schmooze and be introduced to everyone. I may end up as a web designer yet.

Now I face the next deadline for the Licton Springs Review site. If I got paid the hourly rate I made for the Educare Press site, I would have paid my rent a few times over by now. Instead I get two lousy credits and the "experience". Really though, I learned a lot, and when that site launches on June 7th, I'll post the URL. I have put massive time into that one and I think it looks pretty damn nice. I learn massive amounts every project. One of these days I'll even have a chance to do a redesign here. It sure could use it.

May 24, 2001

I'll believe it when I see it.

We may say that we can only believe in what can be experienced or proven, but actually we believe selectively in what we have not experienced or proven as long as it is compatible with our other conceptions. We accept and use intangible abstractions of intangible times, places, and circumstances to support what we think is tangibly true, turning the intangible to the tangible through our own conception. Because we are only interested in our own version of reality, we miss the potential opportunity to connect tangible qualities to intangible qualities through wisdom's influence. -- White Sail, Thinley Norbu

May 23, 2001

short notes:

blogvoices down

They seem to be DEEP HURTING, but I'm too lazy to modify my template. Just say no you don't want to debug the 68 JavaScript errors and come read. I'm sure BV will be back up in no time and you can hold your comments until then or email me. Or write a note, put it in your shoe and say the magic word, "noomeejahoor" three times.

meg, redeemed

Awww, the girl Meg came through with just about the sweetest 'lil 'ol Email I ever read. Thank you baby! You have my undying gratitude. She even explained what a newmeejahoor is. Loverly. I take back all the bad things I said...oh, well I really only said good I reinforce them!

import java.awt.test.*

I have my Java midterm in about 30 minutes, so wish me luck. None of that break-a-leg shit either. It's better to just be honest and say "good luck". That sort of reverse psychology to the universe seems a little outdated now doesn't it?

May 16, 2001

a paying gig

Ladies and gentlemen, today I was hired for my first paid web design gig. Internships and volunteer work notwithstanding, this is my first real web design job. It's to get up a site by the 30th for the launch of a small publisher's (Educare Press) first major nationwide book distribution.

A friend of mine is a graphic artist, but needs some help with the HTML portion of the site. I'm so excited I could just pee. Plus, I hadn't talked to this guy in a while and so it's nice to be able to hang out with him again. I am so stoked.

a few of my favorite tinyblogs

For those who haven't read every single entry (I know one person who has!) of the tinyblog, my favorite entries are now sitting on the sidebar for your convienance. I thought that there was no reason to leave my favs buried in the archives where not even I can find them. Enjoy.

May 14, 2001

a couple of minor things

A couple of minor things tonight cause I have homework, but I have a good story for this week!

Ok, first of all:

Metric Buttload links. If you don't think this is funny, there must be something wrong with you!

Definition of the metric buttload.
Reference to, at The Paperwork.
Reference to, at Marn's Big Adventure
The Metric Buttload of Code generator virus.
Can the mBl measurement be applied to fiancees?

tinyblog disturbing search requests

my friend the chocolate c
"lincoln park" blogger
naked hippie pictures
i spanked my sister naked
transsexual bar in seattl

Boy is somebody EVER barking up the wrong tree!

Also, please remember.

You may think that there's a good reason not to be sweet to yourself...but you're wrong. Ease up!

May 9, 2001

'tis my birthday

'tis my birthday. I am now 26.

May 7, 2001

ebullient gushing

Ok, a little birthday break from Gruesome Accident Tales...if anyone is hanging on the edge of your seat or anything, I'll just tell you how it ends...I lived. Hehehe.

Tonight a think I had my main Birthday celebration. A bunch of my friends took me out to Belltown Pizza and treated me right. I felt really blessed. Not only that, but when I went home this afternoon there was an envelope in my mailbox that said "Do not open til May 9th." So of course I opened it immediately. Melissa (of pie in the sky), thank you so much. She sent me a nice birthday card with real honest to god handwriting on it. Communication over the net is one thing, but to actually reach out and put a stamp on an envelope and send it winging out in the blue for a person who for all you know could be a really spectacular A.I. is a magical thing! It's happened once before, and it's delightful!

If I ever get it together and think of a good story, I'm going to get some stickers in the mail from Mena!

Thank you to everyone who shows me understanding, much mush to you all.


May 2, 2001

birthday week!

Today begins the birthday celebration week! In spite of all the complications, I'm glad I was born. Send me some birthday love, eh? Thanks to Mare for starting the morning off right, you are all that, crystal yummy.

Oh yeah, and shouts out to Maggie...thanks for reading.

this blog

this blog will need you when you're old this blog will heat you when you're cold believe you when I don't this blog will heal you from your soul

this blog will help you find a place to live
and teach you not to take but give
this blog will help you in your dying hours
this blog will send your lover flowers

blessed by the blog and the gifts that it brings
beautiful blog, it has wings

-Badly Drawn Boy's This Song
(Modified slightly for tinyblog purposes)

April 30, 2001

isn't that sweeet

Isn't that sweeet:

We decided we were worth the trouble after all. We're back on. God bless us.

April 28, 2001

ok, screw it

What is life other than the dirty details? Lest my sweet little tinyblog morph into something consistantly interesting but nothing ever truly compelling...I must tell my story.

So this beautiful woman. Yes this one. Although we have super-mojo hot pants for each other (and really always have), and although we hooked up romantically recently in such a sweet way, it seems that she never really considered me boyfriend material. I think she was ready to give it an attempt, but it retrospect it seems like a pretty half-hearted one. She seemed totally filled with analytical doubt from day one. "This doesn't have to go any particular way," she said. "If you find someone more interesting, I'll understand." Red flags kids? I thought you might think so.

BUT! I said (I'm filled with buts, whenever I see red flags...there's some sort of connection there.) BUT, she will soon see that I have mastered fidelity, and in spite of reacting warmly to the entire human race (I've been sometimes accused of being "flirty", can you believe it?) would overwhelm her with my devotion to her.

I don't think it has worked that way. And her reaction to my saying the wrong name on the phone seemed as if it must be a symptom of that. We were both finally getting so stressed about it, after only 3 weeks, that we decided that it would be better to just call it quits. There was a certain relief to doing so, and then we felt a certain openness to each other, and talked lucidly about how it might be difficult to just kind know...break it off. Especially since some parts of it had been know...phenomenal.

I called her to say hi the next night (last night) and she told me she was going out dancing at a private club and invited me. I went. When I got there she was already pretty lit. 20 minutes later she asked me if I had come because I wanted to come home with her. At first I thought that she was asking to determine my intentions...and then I realized that that it was an offer.

I took her up on it.

April 27, 2001

purty blog

hmm, I got a hit via lycos for the word "purty". I wonder what they were looking for?

in quivering anticipation of disturbing search requests

Well, now that I can see what search engine requests lead to my site....I think it's high time I made sure I get some! Ok, here goes nothing:

sex, hot, navy, underwear, furry handcuffs, car battery, manacles, young, old, Britney Spears, stupid, felt-tip pen, undergraduate redheads, gravity, HUGE, perky, the lost boys, helpless, poke, castle tower, ravaged, brand name, ass, pussy, raspberry italian ice, dog collars, the loch ness monster, appetizers, Borneo natives, gentle spanking, bellybutton lint, porno, sushi, brand name cleansers, bald, evil spork, underneath, Rashomon, pictures

Now if someone gets on Google and wants to see Pictures of 80 year old Britney Spears look-alikes ravaged by gravity I'm going to be the top hit. Something tells me this post is going to be disturbing enough without any search requests...hehehe.

April 26, 2001

a pretty damn solid boyfriend

So, even though there's some conventional reasons I could technically be called a bad boyfriend, I think that on the most important points I get some A I see it:

emotionally available

I'm willing to talk about both "how I feel" and about "the relationship". If there's some little thing that is making a girlfriend crazy...I won't write it off as trivial...if I can see it's important, I'll try to find out what the underlying hurt is about. I don't even watch professional sports (although I do really like Sumo Wrestling).


I'm not afraid to love and I'm not afraid to say "I love you". I still love anyone I've ever loved, and I would never try and hurt someone I once was in a relationship just because continuing to relate to them was painful. I have a really profound experience of lovers and am willing to reveal myself, even when its terrifying.


I am comfortable with my own body, and I am comfortable with the bodies of others. I have never made a purposely negative comment about a lover's body, and I accept the body's of others "as-is". They are the one who has to walk around in it. I love touch, I'm a massage therapist and think I have some skill and ability in this regard.


I support a lover in whatever it is they want to do with their life, even if it is not of the greatest advantage to me or doesn't fit into my ego image. I am happy for them to develop relationships with the other friends in their life as fully as they wish (while still maintaining monogamy anyway) and actively work with my own jealousy instead of automatically projecting it as the other person's problem.


I don't steal or lie. I guess I can be a little evasive if I truly feel unsafe, but I will always come clean when confronted and /or have time to consider what is really right. I wouldn't callously do something I knew to be wrong and say, "Fuckit."

So hey, I guess I'm not SO bad...but those slips of the tongue...what does one do about them! One little mistake can cause so much suffering for everyone!

a sucky boyfriend

Sheesh, I mean, what made me decide it was a good idea to be someone's boyfriend anyway. I haven't historically been so top caliber. The evidence:


One time, I had made plans for my first girlfriend to come over to my house. She had already left when this guy I knew who programmed computer games called me and asked me if I wanted to come to work with him and see what he was working on. I was torn. I had wanted to go with him more than anything. I called my girlfriend to see if she were home but she wasn't. I couldn't get a hold of her so I left a message and went to work with this guy. She ended up getting dropped off by her Dad at my house and I wasn't there. Even my Mom thought that was pretty lame.


Once, in looking for adjectives to describe why I liked my girlfriend's breasts...I used the word "pendulous". I meant it in a poetic way, just that I liked the sway of them. For some reason, though, my girlfriend immediately leapt for the dictionary and looked it up. I was not previously aware of the dictionary definition of pendulous, but let me assure you that it is not a flattering way to describe a woman's breasts. Suffice it to say that I did not have a fun week.

a pot to piss in...

I have really never been solvent my entire adult life, so I've never really been able to provide that family of "special things" that only money can buy: exiting nights out on the town, drinks, fancy dinners, well chosen jewelry, etc...


I think my habit of chewing with my mouth open is so ingrained at this point that it would be very difficult to correct in any long-term way. I bite both my fingernails and toenails. Since I broke my back, my digestive system is a little sluggish, so I rarely hold in this more information than anyone wanted?


Maybe I'm not so bad...(see A Pretty Damn Solid Boyfriend).

April 25, 2001

man makes major mistake before reaching two month anniversary

All I can do is hang my head in shame. After a particulary moving experience with my girlfriend, I left her a voice mail lauding her skills and expressing my profound appreciation. In one heartfelt moment of such, I made the mistake that men can pay for eternally.

Yes. I said some first name other than hers. I didn't even catch it. Only when she called me up to frostily inform me that she had saved the message and she would be happy to replay it for me if I needed proof did I find out. How I knew it was really bad?

When she said, "I could tell that you really felt strongly about someone."

Ooh, it makes me cringe to think of it even now.

All I can say is thank GOD the person who's first name I said is just a friend, and not someone I was ever interested in that way...but really, does that make it any better in her eyes? No. Am I deeply in the doghouse at this tender, early stage of such a relationship? Yes. Is there anything to do but just take my licks? No.

Any advice, ladies?

April 24, 2001

I'll stop the world and do my laundry

It's one obligation after another. I have to be someplace, and then I have to be someplace else, and then 2 hours after that I have to be someplace else. It is somewhat relentless. I also have to sleep, and not too much of that happens. It just seems like an endless string that is always a week ahead of in, "If I didn't make anymore plans, then I would have an evening to stay home and do laundry...sometime next Thursday."

I wish I could just stop the universe for just a moment to get my bearings and reorganize. I don't think it works like that, though.

my birthday

It'll be May 9th. I'll be 26. I'm going to shave my beard off.

Want to get me a present? No, I don't have an Amazon wish list...compose me a poem, or read some Dharma and tell me what you thought of it, or mail me a photocopy of some body part, or make some really pretty art with CrayPas and scan it and Email it to me. Or just leave me a sweet comment every day for a week. If it has to be something material, then I'll take $10,000. Okay?

April 23, 2001

lab nazi

Beware the lab nazi! In one of my computer labs there's occaisionally this one lab monitor who really rules the high tech lab with an iron hand. The printer has a 10-page limit, and so he'll go walk over to it and if he sees close to 10 pages of the same thing on the printer, he'll pick them up and bark at the top of his lungs, "Who's printing out something about cooking technology?"

If someone 'fesses up, he'll say, "There's a ten page limit on the printer. This is twelve pages! No more printing for you today!"

Lab monitors are also in the position of helping people with classes they've already completed. Woe to a lady who barely speaks English, doing the Microsoft Office class who asks the lab nazi for help. "You're doing that wrong!" he yells (you know, if you talk louder, then people who don't normally understand English very well understand it much better) "Why are you cutting and pasting? Why are you cutting and pasting?"

I've actually thought about talking to him about it, but does one really want to incite the ire of the lab nazi? I bought some headphones instead. Oh, and speaking of, if you spend a little while rating your favorite albums, then Launchcast is a pretty cool thing to listen to.

t. funk

t. funk

Now this is what I want you all to do:
If you got faults, defects or shortcomings,
You know, like arthritis, rheumatism or migraines,
Whatever part of your body it is,
I want you to lay it on your computer screen,
Let the vibes flow through.
Funk not only moves, it can re-move, dig?
The desired effect is what you get
When you improve your Interplanetary Funksmanship.
Sir Lollipop Man! Chocolate coated, freaky and and habit forming.
Doin' it to you in 3-D,
So groovy that I dig me.
- Parliament - P. Funk (Wants to Get Funked Up)

Got faults, defects, or shortcomings?

April 21, 2001

a sexy best friend

True love is like having a sexy best friend. Man, this girl is something ELSE. Let me just make this online tribute to the unbelievable M.C...much love to you girl. I'd tell some stories but she's so damn public-shy she'd probably have an apoplectic fit.

So, I'll just say that she is the most yummy, magnificent kisser on th' planet. I've never been friends with someone so long before I got involved with them, and somehow it just makes it so sweet. She's funny and dorky and slender and sensuous and has a voice like pouring warm milk into a crystal saucer.

She's wicked smart and sincere and trustworthy... Ooh. Yeah.

thanks for the sympathy

Okay, that's it for Catholic school. Everyone thank you for your messages of empathy, sympathy and antipathy.

April 10, 2001

dance, dance revolution

I went into an arcade and saw dance dance revolution. How funny, I thought, who would play such a dorky game! It's a game where you jump on different squares of a touchpad on the floor. I can't tell exactly how it's played, but it looks sort of like a simon* game, where you have to press buttons in the right sequence.

Then, on my way out, I saw not one, but two people playing it in competition. And they looked serious. Sweat beaded down their faces as they jumped in synch. I couldn't believe it but they looked...kind of cool. I find out later that the game is this huge cultural phenomenon in Japan. I am so out of it...but I'm game. I'll try it.

* In looking for a good link for Simon, I discovered two things: There's a way updated simon, and simon was called senso in Germany. So here's the links, Old Simon, New Simon, Senso

April 7, 2001

365 mac and cheese

On the label of Whole Foods 365 Mac & Cheese brand Macaroni and Cheese, after the diections:

Macaroni and Cheese is one of the most romantic dinners ever conceived. To this day, the great chefs of Europe argue over who prepares the finest Macaroni and Cheese and if it can be improved. Here are some ideas:

  • Sprinkle a few spoonfuls of toasted breadcrumbs over the top for a nice crunch.

  • Add some cut up hot dogs (Whole Foods has several healthy versions) when mixing the pasta.

  • Top the dish with chopped, steamed vegetables such as peppers, broccoli, carrots or cauliflower.

  • Crumble cooked bacon over the top before serving.

  • Mix in seasoned, cooked ground turkey.

  • Add a dash or two of chili poweder for a kick.

  • Caviar can be used as a topping, but why gild the lily?

I sometimes throw in a can of tuna fish, myself, when I want that "gourmet touch". I tried the chili powder thing too, but I used cayenne pepper...unfortunately enough to render the stuff inedible for me. I tend to get fancier with grilled cheese sandwiches. (Avacado, thinly sliced tomato and onion...)

Mmmmm...comfort food.

April 6, 2001


Nothing like a little applesauce to brighten up your day.

April 5, 2001

they'll never fire me now

Wierd, wierd, wierd. My write up was very interesting. It ended up with my boss tearing up the write-up and telling me it was OK to use the internet. I wasn't expecting that. I just listened for about 25 minutes while she said everything she had to say, and then I just calmly went over everything point by point as carefully as I could. I guess it worked OK.

i wish they'd just fire me

I'm not supposed to be on the internet at work (during an unsupervised graveyard shift), but I do anyway. So they're going to write me up. Those bastards...I wish they'd just fire me. I've never been able to collect unemployment before.

April 4, 2001

learning to program

Gawd learning to program is intense. It will be damn cool when I know Java though. I'll bet I know enough to include a little applet here on the blog in a few weeks, though. Really I someday intend to make a site for myself, but I'm working on my Dad's Site, and interning for The Licton Springs Review at my school, so I feel guilty with spending lacadaisical creative time working on my own site. Someday. It's worth it to work my ass off and have no life for a while...I'm getting sick of barely making enough money to live on. I want money, it's that simple. People with money are happier, don't you know that?

blogvoices no more

Hm. That whole thing with BlogVoices not putting the silly number of voices for that post just makes the whole darn thing so much less useful. I can't quite say it's not worth using at all as a result, but awfully darn close. I'm going to think about it for a few days and maybe replace it with a guestbook or Email form. I think it is a little too much to ask people to actually Email you if they just want to jot you a quick note. If people don't have BlogVoices or a guestbook, I have to have a pretty compelling desire to communicate with them to actually Email them. It would be cool if clicking mailto: links always worked, but most computers I'm on don't have a configured mail client, and I use web-based mail everywhere 'cept work.

April 1, 2001

in love

Ok, it's true. I'm in love.

It's a friend...someone I've known for a while. Someone who's been really demonstrative about her love for me, and I was just too foolish to open up to her. But then, over the last few weeks, I've been sort of checking her out...seeing how she interacts with other people...see what kind of feedback I get. I even asked my Lama about her. He said she was worthy, and to be kind to her. This seems obvious, but coming from him it's like a warm glass of milk. All my resistance melted away and I told her I wanted her to be my partner until we mutually decided not to be anymore. I don't see us deciding that anytime soon.

March 31, 2001

more sick

Wow, you should see what I just coughed up.

March 28, 2001

my little heart

My heart just feels like it could burst.

harmonic convergences

God I am having this wierd social phenomenon where all of these people in Seattle I used to know are all hooking up with each other and me. It's kind of amazing how it's just started to network out and include everyone. Makes me wonder what is the purpose of all these harmonic convergences. Maybe just to have a good time this summer.

4 ristretto shots

My friend Cara works in the Pike Place Market. I asked her if she wanted me to get her a coffee and she said sure, but she needed to write it down:

4 ristretto shots with a little vanilla syrup and soy milk that has not been foamed (just plain out of the carton), sorta like a latte only short.
Thank You.

That got us to thinking as to what the most hellish coffee order could possibly be. I teased the barista about it so bad that she gave me my coffee for free and gave me the aforementioned drink for $1.25. Groovy.

March 17, 2001


I went to the library in my new neigborhood to look through the CD stacks, and what did I find? METALLICA!

Nowadays of course I'm more of a jazz, motown, funk, folk music kinda guy, but seeing that bloody red cover of Kill 'em All took me back to the days of my friend Aaron Parsons sloppily playing the Four Horseman riff and just getting so excited. So, even though I'm really not much into this kind of music anymore, I got it anyway, and I still think it's bloody brilliant!

In the meantime I have heard so much more music, and so now, much of the music I liked back then strikes me as a bit daggy, even completely sucky. For instance, I once really liked Phil Collins, and now cannot stand that hack-ass songwriter. But Metallica clearly stands the test of time. I haven't hear Load, Reload, and Buttload, but these old albums are something else. I remember Master of Puppets being my favorite.

They just have such a sense of how to use space in a song. I went to go see them at the Metro Centre in Rockford, IL when I was 14 or so. When they sang Master of Puppets, there's that part where it goes Master...Master.... and there's these little pauses of just under a second...and every fan knew the in concert when they played that song, there would be these milliseconds of absolute silence in this huge fuckin' stadium between those words. Goddamn it makes me want to go to a Metallica concert right now!

Plus, they're such a pure metal band. It's like they define the boundaries of the genre...not a hint of glam or satanism...just pure gnarly metal.

I'm not going to go out and buy the CD or anything...the time in my life for Hit the Lights has passed, but I just thought you should know.

March 16, 2001


^^Anguished sound of transcendental frustration with last programming assignment in C++ class.

March 14, 2001

you can't change anyone

At a dinner party a few nights ago with me and two couples:

tiny: I guess you just can't really change anyone.

He of couple: Yeah, that's funny, we're still trying to change the same things about each other that we were five years ago when we started dating.

Her of couple (looking surprised at this revelation): Yeah, that's true. (clearly was thinking about going into more detail here) ....yeah.

the shortcomings of the self-centered attitude

The Shortcomings of the Self-Centered Attitude

The function which the self-centered attitude performs is the avoid short-term difficulties and to act as an unwillingness to work for the acheivement of ultimate happiness. It is an overindulgence which grasps to oneself and is therefore unable to bear even the slightest harm. It views even minimal hardship as extremely disquieting, while constantly inducing a sense of impending personal loss. For these reasons this attachment to self is called the "self-centered attitude".

...It also endeavors to conceal our faults, while drawing attention to our good qualities. It shows no tolerance of even the slightest mistakes that others may have made with respect to us...Instead, causing anger, it induces all of our personal shortcomings, and sustains the attitude that we are superior to others.

Despite our desire for happiness, it leads us to perform actions that are completely incongruent with that goal. Due to it we are jealous of our betters, competitive to our equals, and belittling toward our inferiors. It is the root of our antagonism toward anything desirable which others possess, and is like a malignant disease that feeds on pleasure while avoiding all difficulties and conflict, thus ensuring that we fail to reach any worthwhile long-term goals...

It also acts as the cause for the self-doubt which plagues and disturbs the mind; it increases our inability to associate with others, and makes us disrespectful and haughty. Becuase of all these negative influences, when others utter so much as a few words out of place we are completely unable to cope with it, and it brings in its wake suspicions of others' harmful intentions of us that are exaggerated beyond all reasonable proportions.

Ultimately then, through its facade of concern for our well-being it is the root of all privation and the source of all personal failings which can deprive us even of our own life.

-Bodhichitta: Cultivating the Compassionate Mind of Enlightenment, by Ven. Lobsang Gyatso

March 8, 2001

tagline from the christian station

Tagline from the Christian Station: We play music about loving God, and loving People.

March 7, 2001

christian radio

Ever do something just so you can blog about it? Today I listened to Christian Radio all day. Is there something about being a Christian musician that blocks all original thought? It was all watered down versions of regular genres. Watered down R&B, watered down dance music, even sort of watered down Easy Listening, if such a thing is possible. I mean, how white can a radio station be? It's ever whiter than the Easy Listening Station. Aren't there any Christians with soul?

In its defense though, I had a really good day, and it was calming when it wasn't totally repulsive. They are pretty hard up for advertisers it seems, and I heard the same ad over and over again. It's actually pretty funny how people sell things to Christians:

"Want to create a safe environment for your children or youth group? Why not create your own game room? If those damn kids are going to do heroin, why not let them nod in the comfort of their own home, sloppily playing at their own pool table? Buy one today!"

March 5, 2001


It seems to me that living is a series of potentially catastrophic events, all of which that can be potentially handled with supreme skill and grace.

February 28, 2001

earthquake in seattle

I have tasted the maggots in the mind of the universe.
I was not offended,
For I knew I had to rise above it all,
Or my own...shit.
-Funkadelic, Maggotbrain

Today there was an earthquake in Seattle. Here's what other Seattleites had to say about it.

As for me, I was sleeping in my underwears when it happened. It woke me up and I got up on my knees and looked out the window while I felt the earth roll underneath me for a spell. It was nice. Nothing fell or rattled even. Then I went back to sleep. Planet Massage! When I woke up I forgot about it 'til I tried to go to school and no one was there! I've had snow days, but never an earthquake day.

February 19, 2001

joy: blogvoices

Joy: blogvoices
Sadness: It's too sad...I can't say.

February 14, 2001

// c++ art!

// Programming art!

#include "iostream.h" //it strips out the brackets?!

void main ()
cout << "You have reached tinyblog" << endl;

February 13, 2001

happy valentines day

Happy Valentine's Day (*)

Sometimes the light of love just seems so dim, and where can we find it in order to nurture and cultivate it? The Booge has been asking all of these spiritual questions lately, but this is my real question: Can I overcome my own confusion and be a generator of love, even when it's coming from nowhere else? And if so, where is it to be found, and how can I get access to it.

A man in a prison will think day and night, "How can I get out of here, there must be some way for me to escape." That's how I feel today, like a man in prison. I had to stop reading Crime and Punishment, becuase it was just accentuating the desperation of my state of mind. I tried calling some people who I thought might be some good influence, or a little TLC*, but it seems like the grown-up thing is to make plans in advance, and no one just hangs out on the spur of the moment anymore. Now people say, "February is not good for me."

Oh bother! As Pooh would say. I know the Dharma helps, but to get started praciting ther Dharma in any given moment, I have to really stop running from my pain and sit down and look at it, and that certainly doesn't make it go away right away by itself, it is just the first step. So many little waves of anger and resentment, all radiating out from the tender hurt part that doesn't want to be hurt anymore.

Sheesh, do I sound like a self-help book yet? Well, banal psuedo-wisdom is really not what tinyplace is about, so I will quit here, but I just wanted to share the reality of my lonliness and make the aspiration that all are freed from lonliness and feelings of seperation, and that every last being experiences the joy of connectedness with every other being.

* Tender Loving Care

February 12, 2001

which winnie the pooh are you?

Which Winnie the Pooh character are you? Winnie The Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Eeyore, Owl, Rabbit, Kanga, Roo, Gopher and Christopher Robin, plus there's a bug, but I can't remember his name. I've been told I'm Owl, which is probably true.
Read: The excellent A.A. Milne Books
Do not read: Anything Disney.

February 9, 2001

sexy celibacy

Written on a piece of paper on in my new apartment last night (boy I'll be happy when I have a working dial-up at home):

I feel so aware of myself and sexy! I want to just take a hot bath, listen to John Coltrane, and settle back on my futon and just get my groove ON if you know what I mean (and I think you DO.)

So why wouldn't I? Well, I decided to be celibate for a year. (It's 5 months and counting, as of tomorrow.) When I told my Lama about it, he said he thought it was a good idea. Then, he sort of cleared his throat and said, "Well, Daniel, does that include making love to your hand?"

I said I wasn't sure and he said it was probably more beneficial if it did. I agreed. I continue to agree.

But oh, when I'm here in my pretty little apartment and my own tender body, listening to Tom Waits and PJ Harvey somehow it just awakens this part of me. Thank God my secret valentine lives on another continent or I would be at her doorstep tonight and I would be TROUBLE!

February 8, 2001

a poem for today

I don't want a pulmonary embolism
I want all of my blood flowing and oxygen getting to my brain

I know, I know, it has to stop sometime, but what an insult...
pulmonary embolism
ending my life.

February 7, 2001

don't look at stats

I think I'm blessed in that I don't look at the site stats, so I don't know how many people are looking or where they come from or what bizarre search engine requests led them to me "transsexual midget porn" and such. So no far as I know I'm writing for Shauny and The Booge and maybe a friend or two of mine has seen the site.

Imagine the pressure Kottke or LoobyLu has. Hmm, hate to say it, but it doesn't seem to keep them from writing some serious drivel from time to time. And then there's does she DO it? One would think she was a career blogger.

now I live here

I moved! Now I live here.

First I lived with my mom and dad, then just with my mom, then with my mom and sister, then with my mom, sister and cousin robin, then with just my mom and sister again. Then, my stepdad came into the picture, and for 10 years I lived with my mom, my sister, and him. Then, it was just me and my mom and sister again. Then it was me, my sister, my mom, and my mom's third husband. Finally I moved to Chicago to live with my dad and my grandmother. For a brief time I lived with my friends john and mike in Chicago. Then, I moved back in with my mom, sister, and dave. Finally , I moved to seattle with my friend stephanie. She moved out and for the last month at that apartment I lived with tim. Then I lived in a VW bus for a month or so with joe, rob and brett.

We ended up in Colorado where I lived with just rob (and the rest of the staff of the devil's thumb ranch resort). Then I lived with my mom, sister and dave again for awhile before moving back to seattle to live with my friends eli and jill. Then I lived for a month with a man whos name I can't remember. Then I lived with my friend Erica. Then I lived in a rooming house run by mr. aminul islam, and a cast of a dozen, then I lived with my girlfriend aimee and her son aiden. After I moved out I lived with andrea and augustin until they moved out and kris and a girl who's name I can't remember moved in. Then I left and moved in with the lovely and talented lorelei. Then I moved up to the tulalip indian reservation to live with my girlfriend camella.

After a year of that I lived for three months with miriam israel, and then one month in temporary digs with ladonna.

And now, after 25 3/4 years of this...after last night I live alone. I feel so lonely and so free.

February 1, 2001

showing someone how to blog

Showing someone how to blog.

January 31, 2001

given further consideration

Given further consideration, I realized the day wasn't completely bad. I met an old friend today who I hadn't seen in year, by chance, and it was so good to see her. Plus, I hung out with my sister...who is a pretty incredible support.

January 30, 2001

life kicked my ass tonday

Damn, life kicked my ass today. I didn't ask it to, it just beat me to a bloody pulp, and then threw in a few insulting little touches. I spent my move-in money for my new place on car repairs today. It's no big surprise but $470 to replace the blown O2 sensor and tune it up. Cars can really be hell.

I just am trying to live and eat and work and get to the places where I live, eat, and work. This would seem to be a reasonable aspiration.

Oh, everything just had a sour taste today. I spend half the day arranging my schedule to help a friend move some of the last of her stuff, and ended up with her being pissed off at me. It's just so hard to be committed to dealing with people without using harsh words when they can be so damn wrongheaded!

Oh lord please don't let me be misunderstood.

January 24, 2001

archives are now working

And, I believe ARCHIVES are now working. No you can go back and rehash all of that tinyblog goodness. I knew you would want to.

tinyblog now lives here

tinyblog now lives here, at:
please update your links and all that rot.

Due to Freedom to Surf sucking, tinyblog has relocated to it's new and friendlier digs at Thanks again to for your generousity and trust, and for the novel length Emails.

January 23, 2001

silly mix poem

I was over at a friend's house and he was showing me his vast collection of MP3's (SO many!) and he started dropping tracks onto a CD for me and when we were done he burned it and handed it to me. It was a mystery. I have played it a few times, and there's a few things I really like, and some things that drive me crazy. So I wrote little reminders of what each song was, and it made a little poem. Here it is:

1.The Breeders - Something?
2. Johnny Cash - Rusty Cage.
3. Ministry? KMFDM? Lay Lady Lay.
4. ? Organ has so much body
5. ? Smurfs Mix
6. Electronikmusik?
7. Ghana post office
8. Disco constantly beginning
9. Someone screaming like rob zombie
10. Magic Carpet ride remix
11. Silly techno song - speed racer
12. Sesame Street Mix
13. Losermix
14. Leonard nimoy sings the bilbo baggins song
15. Whovianmix
16. Vanilla Ice - Ice, Ice Baby

This guy saw the Vanilla Ice movie "Cool as Ice" like 9 times in theaters.

January 20, 2001

will you host me?

You know, I'm about tired of Freedom To Surf. Sure, they're free, but I can't get the ftp to work. It's funny, Front Page auto-publish works fine, but I'm no longer satisfied with that. Plus, it will accept my blog but not the archives page, and now that there's WAY more archives than no absolute links...

So I'm asking if anyone out there wants to host the tinyblog. There's virtually nothing in it for you, probably not even a warm glow in your heart. But tinyblog doesn't take up much space, and if you're game, so am I.

January 19, 2001

pictures of me on the internet

At last! Pictures of me on the internet! Just what the world has been waiting for. (See sidebar for details.)

January 18, 2001

night kid

When I was a kid, I used to be hooked on Dr. Demento, a funny radio show. He plays novelty songs, and he does it well. I remember listening under my covers with a little radio and headphones. I wasn't supposed to be up at that hour, so when I hear Wierd Al Yankovic's FAT:

And I've never used a phone booth
and I've never seen my toes
when I go out to the movies
I take up seven rows.... was funny to my 11-year old self, and I laughed so hard I thought I was going to call attention to my late night perusal and get in trouble. I didn't.

I used to quetly sneak into my parents' room and get the trashy rated-r movies they had rented. Def-Con 4 is the only one I remember. I thought it was great. Any wonder I work the graveyard shift?

Email works.

January 9, 2001

ahhhhhh, redesign bliss

Ahhhhhh, redesign bliss. Any comments?

January 6, 2001

to blog or not to blog

I'd kind of like to thank the booge, he's sort of kept me from mentally abandoning the tinyblog. Since I'm linked on his sidebar, I simply MUST blog.

So shall I amuse you with a lighthearted anecdote? A song of the day, perhaps? Maybe my review of Tom Hanks' Cast Away (***), or Mamet's State and Main (****)? A link to some fascinating sites I have happened upon?


I am here to tell you a story of pain, suffering, tragedy, and the cruel hand of fate. You see, I have a computer. It is in good working condition, and would be everything I need in a computer. Except for the fact that I am missing a hard drive. Now we all know that storage is cheap these days, and a 20 or 30 Gig HD these days is chicken feed...a mere $120 or so.

But alas, I am financially challenged, and have had this generous gift of a computer for a coupla months now with only a hard drive between me and home computer bliss. But finally, at long last, I had managed to put together the money required to purchase said hard drive.

Last night was not my night. I went out to celebrate the birthdays of two girls at work. We had dinner at Azteca, where I had possibly the worst chile relleno I have ever had the misfortune to partially consume. One of the birthday girls beat me at armwrestling in full view of all of my workmates (who made it clear to me that it would never be lived down!). It was no good.

Then, they were going to go over to the girls house where we would all drink and carouse. The directions she gave me to her house were terrible, and I wondered around Bothell, WA for a long time before finally calling on my cel phone to get directions. I got her boyfriend on the phone, who couldn't give me directions on the phone and didn't sound like he wanted anyone to come over anyway. In the middle of the conversation my batteries went out and I just decided to go home.

I hit I-405 and was feeling shitty and anxious to just go home and take a bath. The cop clocked me at 77 in a 66 and didn't even ask me for an excuse. He just checked my ID, ran me in the computer, and wrote me a ticket. $119, and goodbye Mr. Hard Drive. Such a sad, sad story.

December 30, 2000

never seen a blog before

Happy Holidays! Props to my friend Martha who had never seen a blog before.

December 13, 2000

what makes it christmas?

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December 8, 2000

thank you to everyone who has ever cooked for me

Thank you to everyone who has ever cooked for me, I am eternally grateful. Whether you steamed some rice and vegetables, or baked me Eggplant Parmesana, thank you, thank you all.

I would like to say that I love everyone equally, but those who have cooked for me have a special place in my heart. I love every eating in every way, from eating French toast standing over the counter, to stew from a Dutch oven in front of the campfire, to seared ahi tuna at a white tablecloth. It all tastes even better when someone cooks it for me and puts it in front of me. Even if the skill of the cooker is inept, sincerity is what counts in my book. (Although I believe that true sincerity produces palatable food�disregarding the drastic accident.)

When I spend money to entertain myself, I almost always do it with food. To eat someplace new and fascinating is the greatest. When the food is really good I close my eyes when I eat, like a guy in a Taco Bell commercial.

December 7, 2000

called in sick today

I called in sick to work today. I slept and talked to my housemate all day. It was real theraputic-like.

Not much for today, anyone ever hear this song?

Nobody likes me, everybody hates me,
guess I'll go eat wo-o-orms
long slim slimy ones,
short fat juicy ones,
itsy-bitsy fuzzy-wuzzy wo-o-orms.

I love that song.

December 6, 2000

a good blog?

Please imagine that today�s entry is in Courier New at 14 points. I can�t wait until Scalable Vector Graphics is a standard, so fonts can be more easily manipulated. It will be so cool.

I asked my friend Sheila if it was OK to put up her photo and she sounded really flattered that I put up a picture of her on the Net so I think it�s OK.

It�s weird, it�s like I�m two different people. I�m almost the worst of myself when I�m at work. I�m the least mindful and the most aggressive. It just brings out my monkey mind so bad. There�s so little comfort and so much control. I try to maintain mindfulness as far into the day as I can, but often lose it about 10 minutes into the day. I think everyone at work thinks I�m an jerk. The rest of the time I�m pretty cool. Only lovers and housemates see the worst of me otherwise. That is so sad. I�m looking forward in some ways to living alone.

You know what blog I really like? Lacking in Emotional Content. That guy is really good, and I love his layout. I want him to be my friend, but he�s too cool for that sort of thing I think. There�s a fair amount of others I like, and I�m going to have a link list of blogs really worth visiting every day when I do a more involved redesign. There�s so many, and I discover new ones every day.

What makes a good blog? Clever linking; a sense of discovery; writing that would be of interest to someone other than the blogger and his friends; pretty layout (but not layout alone); and consistency.

Identify with anything? Don�t be afraid to email me.
Thank you for reading.

December 5, 2000

kinetic shiela joon

Please look at this quintessential photo of my freind Shiela. We met in Seattle when she was but a young sprite of fourteen. I met her reading poetry at a place called the Penny University, now no longer in existance. I continued to see her at readings for the next few years, usually with her older brother, a wicked slam poet. We got pretty close. We realized that we both liked the smell of armpits, and we would regularly smell each other's armpits. Sound funny? Hers smell divine. Sort of like spicy molasses.

Anyway, she left town to go to school in Bellingham. She's studying theater, a natural profession for her. She invited me up to Bellingham to a dinner a few months ago and we rekindled our friendship, finding it to be ever stronger as real grown-ups. I am always newly amazed at her courage and capacity to love and learn from her mistakes. This is my online tribute to her.

thank the blogmakers

It's these times where it's hard to find my own bright heart. Or I'll be quiet for just one moment and a ray from it will blink out for just one moment. It's like the hole poked in the neighbors' fence that lets out one beam from their brightly lit yard as I walk past it.

But then it's passed and no matter how bright I know it is, I still can't quite touch it�that's when I'm running on fear, and I always suspect that whatever I've got to give the world isn't quite enough to make it all work.

You know, Tully's makes a surprisingly good coffee. Their Dutchman's Blend is so balanced and good, it's like a warm little filament in my belly. This is coming from someone living in the coffee capitol of the world perhaps, Seattle, WA. There is some damn good coffee here. Vivace's (a local roastery, really the best, but no drip), Caffe Vitta (another roastery, super solid Sumatra). Also the good shops, Diva Espresso (serving the sublime Batdorf and Bronson varietals), Habitat Espresso (coffee for a good cause), and even the Jitterbug Caf�.

I wanted to take a moment to thank all the other blogmakers, toiling in their dens to write their little blogs, not knowing for sure if anyone will care. I have noticed. Thank you.

December 4, 2000

always and never

Wrote this last night on my computer at home that doesn't have a modem:

I�m typing this in Word in a really big font size like it�s a movie or something.

It always comes down to the words "always" and "never".

Well, in spite of the fact that I�m a card-carrying Buddhist (just kidding, there�s no card), in recovery groups, and just a generally nice guy, it seems that I am completely unable of having any king of intimate human relationship.

What a weekend. My housemate got back from a Zen meditation retreat and told me that I should start looking for another place to live for the moth of January. Cute, real cute. My Mom�s coming down to visit me from the 15th to the 26th and Winter quarter (HTML and C++, yay!) starts on January 2nd

She says she�s 55 and just wants to live in peace and doesn�t want to have a housemate that she doesn�t feel comfortable speaking up about her grievances with. I never noticed. She wants to be able to say the words "always" and "never" and I guess I�ve got issues with them.

For example, "Everytime I am vunerable to you, you always get so smug, and you�re never supportive." I know she doesn�t mean always and never, but the first thing that always think is that it�s not true. I�m not always any way.

Jeez, I�m a new blogger and don�t quite know how to do this. Should I wrap it up with some succinct point encapsulating it all, or should I just let it end�a dangling thought; just like real life?

December 1, 2000


Sorry for the extreme boringness of the template. I will have something unique up soon. I guess no real blog for today since it's "Day without."