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Dynamite and short fuses

Lots of out-and-aboutness on my days off this week. Saw Napoleon Dynamite yesterday—flippin' sweet. Today I spent time running around Seattle getting supplies for a dish I'm preparing—it's for a reception tomorrow for a friend who's a missionary in China. Unfortunately, there was yet another protest downtown (FYI to prospective protestors: FUBARing my day never makes me more sympathetic to your cause) that tipped the dominoes and kept me running from bus to bus for a couple hours. Even that has lessons, though, and I know a bit more about my city now.

The quirkiest happy thing I saw was a young man sitting on his porch playing the banjo in my neighborhood. There's no angst in a banjo. None at all.

"Don't talk business unless you're ready to do business" is one of my rules; I shouldn't get so frustrated when others follow it. Then again, most of us follow it half-assedly and arbitrarily. Chain jerking is a shitty way of relating, too. It'd be easier if any of us knew what we wanted, but who does? Not me, so I should get off my high horse.

Considering a Vegas trip in August to hook up with my sister and brother-in-law and clear my head. Everything feels like a demand or a waste of time lately, which is a rotten attitude. I'm just perpetually fed up. Even if I don't do Vegas, I'm thinking I may need to do something.



Hey, stop that. I'm tryin' to cook.
OK I'm done now.

What a cowinkeedink.

I'm from Vegas. I plan on going home at the end of August before I go back to the full swing of Fall classes.

Re: What a cowinkeedink.

Oh cool! My sister and brother-in-law are going during the first week of August.
Ch. What are they protesting this time?
God knows. My guess is that they want the government to redistribute wealth differently than it does—that's 90% of protests, at their heart. They get dressed up in noble clothes, but it's usually about pocketbooks.