Memories

england, 1996

I visited England in the fall of 1996. I just found a letter that I wrote to one of my friends about it, once I got back home. I went with my parents. We stayed in a great little bed ‘n’ breakfast in a town called Horley outside of London, and took the train into the city. I would love to go back some day. Yes, I did just get back from London a week ago. It rocked. I was glad to get back to the Land of Real Food, though. I was absolutely dying for fresh fruit and raw vegetables. They don’t eat much of that over there. They also don’t drink much water. I got dehydrated because it’s just not readily available. I did eat lots of Cadbury chocolate, though. I think the calories were offset by the amount of walking I did. We spent three full days in London, and I got to see the Tower of London, the Victoria and Albert museum, which, to enjoy fully, I’d probably have to spend a week inside it, Harrod’s (scary big shopping overload), Picadilly Circus, Tower Records, Soho, Big Ben, Parliament, Buckingham Palace — where I saw the queen, no kidding, leaving in her snazzy Rolls Royce — and Westminster Abbey. I totally mastered the subway system (pardon, the “underground” system. “Subway” is a passage beneath the street, “Chips” are french fries, “Crisps” are chips, “Biscuits” are cookies. Getting the lingo down is half the battle.) I also went down into Cornwall and stayed in Exeter, Truro, and Bath. I visited St. Ives, which is a really cool little artsy community on the SW coast, Windsor Castle, and Stonehenge. Stonehenge was really neat. I’m not exactly a spiritual person, but I can see why the folks who built the […]

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the week’s update

I’ve been working on my other website a lot this week so I haven’t had much time to write. Last week kinda sucked, between feeling downright awful for several days (bad period) and some crazy shit going on at work involving deadlines and last minute changes and having to say no and things maybe not working right and the possibility of a trivia slideshow to be presented in front of 2500 rich people going down in flames (it didn’t, but it was nervewracking getting there) and talking to managers about lessening the craziness of the crazy shit and just generally being extra crabby. It was a bad week for a lot of people that I talked to. Also, I barely ran any at all last week; my leg is still not feeling any better. Now it’s doing this thing where if I put any weight on it, it feels like it’s going to buckle! Good times all around. I’m going to try to get back into it this week, maybe run some on the elliptical machine, which I like better than the treadmill and it feels better on my injury. I got a slew of new freelance work and billed for quite a bit from September. I feel that the projects are coming at a good pace now. Nothing like the craziness of the book project. That should be printed and might deliver this week (thus the reason I was working on my business website; my URL is printed in the credits). We did have a good time out on Saturday night with Kirk, Brittney, and Stan. We ate at a steakhouse and then went to the crazy bowling alley-slash-event and entertainment center. We didn’t do any actual bowling, but played some video games, then went to Steak and Shake […]

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fun with playlists

An anonymous comment was left on this post: Let’s see you nailed the top 10 for me. Almost. ‘In your eyes’ by guess who. ‘New Year’s Day’ by guess again. ‘Headhunter’ and ‘Diamonds on the soles of her shoes’ by people not on your list. How cool is that, that I got someone’s top ten! (Almost.) I like your taste in music, Anonymous. I’ve started making playlists that correspond to specific people or time periods in my life. Sometimes that’s easy, sometimes it’s not so easy. I find it really interesting that something as esoteric as a specific set of songs can evoke memories, when the individual songs by themselves don’t necessarily do that. I want to post my “Songs That Remind Me Of Doc” playlist, but it’s 43 songs long so far and I’m not done. Y’all’d get sick of reading my playlists if I started to do that. You probably already are. Damn. I can’t resist. I’ll just list the top ten from that playlist: Sanctum Sanctorum (The Damned), God’s Comic (Elvis Costell0), Alone Again Or (The Damned), The Carnival Is Over (Dead Can Dance), Strength of Strings (This Mortal Coil), Jane Says (Jane’s Addiction), Ziggy Stardust (David Bowie), Somebody (Depeche Mode), The Killing Moon (Echo and the Bunnymen), and Appetite (Prefab Sprout).

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old dreams part 1

I recently found some old notebooks in which I’d written down dreams that I’d had. Here’s an interesting one. August 24, 1992. I was walking around a small square-shaped park on a track of some sort with Patrick Stewart dressed in his Star Trek uniform. We were building a model log cabin as we went, and so were a number of other people on the track. Some people were lying on the grass in the center of the park. All of a sudden, Patrick Stewart leaned over and gave me an absolutely mad passionate kiss. I was taken aback and thought My god! He’s so old and I’m only 19! But then I thought, oh to hell with it, because I was enjoying it too much to worry. Then he pulled away and said “Damn. Grass fire.” in that deep sexy British voice. There was smoke coming from the grass up a ways, so he went ahead to check it out while I stayed behind. Some of the people on the grass had set their log cabins on fire and it had caught the grass. The the dream shifted. I was in some sort of hospital/space center, in a little room with two chairs that you could be strapped into and I suppose experience what it was like to be in space. People had just left so I walked up and said that I wanted to try it. I sat in a chair and a woman told me that I had to take off my aquasocks. Then they listened to my heart and did some other medical-type things. A doctor held up an instrument that looked like a tiny squatty pair of scissors with really short pointy blades. He put the pointy end in my mouth and touched the blades […]

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remember mr. yuk?

I distinctly remember all the bright green Mr. Yuk stickers my mom would put on bottle caps when we were little. This ad scares the crap out of me. I promise I will NEVER EVER DRINK ANYTHING I FIND IN A BOTTLE UNDER THE SINK!!!

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