Busy being toast. Concert last went pretty well; good reaction to Wheelin' and QV. Lost a longer update because of stupid Apple keyboard conflicting with 30 years of Emacs habits. Pants not bankrupt, but required a large infusion of cash this morning. Set list later.

Life is a war, and nobody gets out of it alive. The best you can hope to manage is an honorable defeat.   The River winds back and forth across the wide, unmarked valley between Love and Friendship. Which side you're closest to at any given moment is less important than who's beside you on the journey.

After a nice walk (which I cut a little short because of pain in my right calf) and lunch, we went over to the nearest mall for some indoor exercise, and in the Cat's case just to get out of the house...damage earlier in the afternoon. Made dinner: rice, and chicken drumsticks in a (bottled) Mexican lemon/lime marinade (in a non-stick 12" frying pan with a little olive oil and butter). Yum.

At the museum yesterday we spotted a man on a nice little folding scooter: almost certainly this one. Either folds up or comes apart; the combination of small wheels, plastic seat, and small battery...my rather limited high school French. Sad: another Great Old One gone. As long as I'm clearing my tabs, here's a link to an article on organizing a web site with git , on linuxworld.com .

...using animal. Tools don't just make impossible tasks possible; they can also make difficult tasks easier and safer. That's where wheelchairs, walkers, and canes come in.   When I wrote "Wheelin'" a few days ago my main objective was to help a friend get used to the unfamiliar and uncomfortable idea of asking for a wheelchair to get through the airports on an upcoming trip. It turns...

When I wrote "With her lover right behind her lookin' fierce and proud" in the last verse of Wheelin' , I wasn't just trying to fit the rhyme and meter, and I wasn't just trying to describe cflute , either. Not only does the world look different from a wheelchair, it looks rather different from behind a wheelchair, too. It was a little surprising. I'd expected to be feeling a fair...

My Toastmaster gig at ConChord is now a mere three weeks away. And now that I have reasonably solid timings on QV and Wheelin' , I can actually plan out my set list -- as long as I don't write anything new in the mean time. The probability of getting QV on a single is getting lower, but it's still non-zero. Wednesday was fun. Colleen's friend Bev had to leave early, just after Joyce...

It's like shooting myself in the foot. I've had this resting behind my teeth all day: & instead of saying what might make me feel better, i hit pavement & go until my skin reddens from the sun, puckers from the ocean, & bruises from the Cyclone.

1. Get a bike. 2. Go to this next year. (Glad i didn't know about this yesterday, i wouldn't have had my own bike for it.) 3. Please got to the doctor. It's been over a month & last night/ today: ridiculous. 4. Learn. Music: I'm watching an art auction show. Someone bought a gorgeous original of Dali's "Columbus Discovering America" for $250. Geez. I like the auctioneer's chatter.

Biking yesterday i smiled because the weather was so lovely. Sun & air without the blister of summer heat, without the buzz of hungry insects or mad blood. I forget to appreciate April. Sunday's dinner...yet. I put up two posts on CL: one to rent out the extra room & one to rent the whole apartment. Every day i get about 50 new e-mails & it just makes me want to put the covers back over my head