I’ve been thinking a lot about why I haven’t been writing as much lately. Let’s see if I can try to change that. It’s harder to keep an open mind and trying to hash out coherent thoughts that are worthy of posting, and I always feel like I need to put myself up to higher standards. That, and a lot of same old, put a damper on things. But on rare occasions, I actually feel like writing down what’s been happening.
It was a very interesting day today. I started by replacing a leaky distributor housing o-ring of the Shitzuki, which was causing it to tinkle oil whenever it sat asleep. As expected with automotive matters and the fact that my mechanical knowledge pretty much just consists of being able to use a socket wrench, the projected time it took to complete the task at hand was tripled, but thankfully successful. So far. The o-ring was hard and flattened, and shattered once I took it out of the bugger. I just need to clean the oil spill after surgery, then I can see if it cures the drip.
Later in the afternoon Nickel and I decided to don my “Paul and Kat” hat, and hiked out to the Renegade Craft Fair to say hello to our crafter friends (and help Jon sell t-shirts). Thanks to Carmageddon, we tore through the 101 in 2 seconds. Apart from the usual awesome that accompanies attending these craft fairs, Jon pointed out something that I haven’t thought much about, but quickly realized as a profound truth. We were exchanging stories about how our dogs came into our lives, and he mentioned that he believes you simply cannot ‘choose’ your dog, but they should somehow come into your life fortuitously on their own, however it happens. I could not agree more!
I type a lot when it’s 4am.
I spent the rest of the night trying to take pictures of Carmaggedon, and met two random people on the bridge. One was a guy who makes videos on Youtube and took pictures of themselves planking on the median of the 405, and the other was a hobby photographer who traded some excellent photo tips.
I’m getting tired.
As it has come to be expected from this corner of the intarwebz, pictures soon to follow. :)
To the most beautiful soul I’ve met in my lifetime,
Thank you for blessing me with an abundance of love and affection
For guiding me to always find the happiness in my heart
For being the little ball of adventure that you are in my life
Thank you for creating the fire and chaos in our hearts, that we may continue to dance in each others arms, to the whispering rhythms of the world. That we may continue to dream and catch the horizons that I know we will conquer.
katgangoso: il bet he’ll be so happy to see you Lovine: i wonder who’ll be happier… Lovine: what if we test it Lovine: in a field Lovine: whoever runs to me and gets to me first Lovine: gets the first hug and kiss! katgangoso: ha!! Lovine: hee hee hee katgangoso: eh he runs faster!! Lovine: … Lovine: do you love me.. Lovine: do you miss me…. katgangoso: he’s got 4 legs! Lovine: … katgangoso: i only have 2! Lovine: …….. Lovine: do you miss me.. katgangoso: ikaw ha!!! Lovine: .. katgangoso: i do!!!!!!! Lovine: then show me babes Lovine: show me what you got katgangoso: sige ka itatali ko siya tapos tatakbo ako HAHAHAHA katgangoso: that’s what you get when you have fingers! BOO-YA! Lovine: OMGG Lovine: HAHAHAHAHA
Nickel’s first time. I think he is finalizing an exit strategy on the last frame.
Taken last weekend inside a vintage/thrift store in the city (SF) which had one of those old school photobooths hidden in the back – the kind that still develops the picture. None of that digital crap. Hooray for analog! And using chemicals! Digital photobooths have no soul!
It’s been almost two months since Kat moved out of her old apartment. After weeks and weeks of searching, Kat and I found the winning couch this afternoon at a store called Denmark 50 along Melrose. There were a lot of close calls the past few weeks in choosing the right couch, but it eventually dawned on us that choosing a couch is a serious commitment that warrants extensive soul searching, sort of like scoping out a potential long-term relationship and not like haphazardly choosing a drunken one-night-stand at the local pub. It’s easy to fall in love, but it definitely makes more sense to do your homework in order to keep the love everlasting.
And so (just like the 4 other couches that came before it, hehe) we knew at once that the mustard mid-century modern piece from Denmark was the one. Pictures when we get her home next weekend :)