monday is now my friday; thursday is now my monday. i’ve taken to mousing with my left hand. tell me of your homeworld, ucul. nothing is wasted. the mountain hides its face. the small people and lonely cities of planet earth. a moment of your time. two meals a day. a flower’s memory. the dark backward and abyss of time. bad kitties, green machines. your papers, please. wires, wireless, wires again. something shiny and black. personal fonts. cow tools. what was new is old again. incoming message cassette. old friends, new encounters. fireflies, lightning bugs. 30 years for books, 3000 years for clay tablets. the computer made a mistake. this is what i do but not who i am. i’ve taken to mousing with my left hand. monday is now my friday; thursday is now my monday.

chris took this picture of us during his and renee’s visit to our corner of the country; the two of them had spent the weekend hiking in olympic national park. good times! she’s so nice, and it’s always good to see chris again. it was so great to have them; i only wish we could have had more time together – and there’s so much else to do and see here that i wish i could have shown them. they had an excellent time in the mountains, though – they went to rialto beach as well, which joriel and i visited a few weeks ago.

chris and renee

we had dinner at teapot and tried to get mike out with us, but he had some awful flu thing. on his birthday weekend, no less! oh well – chris left a nice gift for him; it’s a photo album of their trip to seattle 10 years before, moving mike here. i fear i embarassed chris quite a lot, showing everybody some pictures i took of him in 1989. but they’re so cool; they’re such a time capsule. i’m hardly ever bashful about old pictures of myself anymore – i’m not sure when that changed, but it’s been awhile.