Leaving, on a jet plane...

yep,
May 1st, or there abouts, will be my last day for a quite a while, in San Francisco.
I’ll be spending a week in portland, oregan,
a week in Boston, Ma,
and a week in New York City...

from there i’ll fly out with a one way ticket to eastern europe, for travels unknown. Hungary, romania, bulgaria sounds great, the islands of croatia are supposed to be amazing, i’d like to check out istanbul too...

i’ll be gone as long as possible, coming back when the money runs out.

I’ll be hosting a going away / birthday Alleycat race on or around the 25th of april. If you have any ideas as to what you’d like to see in an alleycat, hit me up. Prizes.

So, if you wanna hang out, gimma a holler, even if all you wanna say in "good riddence".

peter

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more on C02

(in refernce to my previous bulletin)

yeah, as expected, a very controversial idea, and there has been alot of backlash about it...i'm not convinced of either side of the argument any more, i'd read articles claiming the producer of the documentary mislead some of the people involved, and that some people were mis-represented. i've heard that some evidence was overlooked, and some facts tampered with...so...you know, not 100% bulletproof. and far from a respectable production.

however, the idea is sound, if not proven, it is at least still sound. If you are served a coke in a cracked glass, does that mean the coke is useless? no, just that the glass is useless.
The vessel for this point of view is imperfect, and the point of view is not necessarily correct. But everyone, whoever they are, ought to look at it with some fairness, with as little prejudgement as possible and see what they think.


that's it.
peter

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CO2 and Global Warming
Category: News and Politics

yes, sounds crazy, but i saw something really quite amazing on the dreaded box last night...i started watching with horror, couldn't believe that people whould really do that, justify their selfish action by telling unscientific bald faced lies...but then i watched on...and realised what i (and almost every other left wing, enviromentally minded, gullable fool) thought was just true was total nonsense....

check it out.

CO2, produced by cars and planes and all that, is COMPLETELY irrelevant as far as global warming goes. We have not, and are not causing it...at least not via CO2. CO2 levels increase because of global warming, they FOLLOW temperature change, not lead/create it!

The programme followed alot of eminent scientists, one of who was the previous lead author on th IPCC climate change document...but because they didnb't listen, resigned...and had to fight hard to get his name removed from the document....

anyhow, really amazing...i approached the idea with disgust and aggression, but left totally convinced on scientific ground....

...

however, the fact that CO2 produced by humans does not effect the world's climate change, does not mean we can go about our disasterous, ruinous ways without conscience naggin us (as blissful as such ignorance  might be). Our Waste continues to be a massive problem, such as the (supposed) massive amounts of mercury in the sea....

OK, so my views on industrialization are largly unchanged, but i am now convinced that global warming is basically unrelated to human activity at all...
And the fact that it is taken as undisputed truth is a little troubling, we are all brainwashed (amazingly) by the envirmental groups!

Upshot of all this is, that we need to check the facts out more before we jump to conclusions..."CO2 causing global warming?" "sounds ok to me, i'll believe it"

Lets investigate more before we take things as truth...

Mercury in the seas? it sounds reasonable to me, but, what proof do i have? I can't say it's true, and i can't spread my opinion about it unless i preface it as OPINION, not as scientific fact....truth is, there is no way of knowing what is really going on in our media-ruled world...

Again, my message in brief.
1. CO2 is irrelevant.
2. Industrialization is still fucking shit up.
3. Lets check out facts, out ideas, before we make a stand behind them.

peter
(i wish everyone could have seen this amazing hour and a half programme, it's kind of hard to imagine such an opposite view without seeing it told so clearly, and by such great minds!)

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Messengering in Leeds, UK
Current mood: calm
Category: Jobs, Work, Careers

Not riding my bike all that much was killing me, and i was really actually missing messengering. i had nothing much to do, and needed an excuse to ride. I needed a reason to get up in the mornings, so i though i'd see what was around as far as messenger companies. I ended up visiting, and talking to the only bike messenger company in Leeds, Yorkshire. They seemed like a pretty small operation, and had just hired someone, so i was just talking with them, comparing countries and experiences, and they were asking me all kinds of questions...was a nice little chat...and i went on my way...

...A couple weeks later, they called me up, wednesday morning (valantines day i think) and asked if i wanted to work for them, for about a month, because one of their guys just quit. "Well, why the hell not?", i thought to myself. Leeds is about 10 miles from Cleckheaton, which is where i'm living, with my parents. I'd be filling in their afternoon slot, noon to five-ish, which suited me fine, 'cos i really  didn't want to get up too early, and i'd have a 10 mile ride in the morning just to get into work.  I show up on thursday in front of this travel company, who is their main client; "Traveleads", on harper street in downtown leeds. This company puts out about 50 envelopes at noon, and maybe 50 more at 3pm...so they are a pretty sweet client. We pick stuff up there, sort them out into routes around the city and they drop them all off. Along the way there are sometimes calls (no radios, these folks use cellphones) to pick up stuff from other spots, but that kinda stuff is actualy pretty minimal. Mostly train tickets, travel info, so small small SMALL packages...i carry my backpack, but usually only actually use my little hip pack, because the stuff is just that small.

This is where it gets interesting...
1. The traffic is ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE STREET.
2. There is NO grid system at all. Alot of streets are single blocks long. There is no ordering of streets names (eg, first letters of the Avenue east-west streets in SF ascend in alphabetical order. Irving, Judah, Kirkham, Lawton, Moraga, Noriega, Ortega...etc.) Also, the names of South Parade, East Parade, West Parade, have no geographical relevance.
3. Often, because the streets are so short, the address will simply read, "Ventura, Victoria house, Claypit lane". Where on claypit lane? What number? The building doesn't actually have a number, just a "house name". So unless you know, you are left to ride up and down the street, looking at the fronts of buildings, to see if one of them says "Victoria House".
4. There is no standardization at all on street numbering. Yes, they do ascend, number 5 usually follows number 4, but that is really it.
For Example, Wellington street. On one side of the street, the numbers start at 1 and progress up to 33 odds and evens on the same side. Then the street numbers restart at the beginning, on the other side of the street, at number 34. and work their way up way past 100. Sothis means that the furthest two building on the street are no33 and no34. they are about 1/2 mile away from each other. And Almost every resident of the street has no idea that this happens.
Even Worse Example, is Park Row. Luckily the street is only about 3 blocks long, but check this out. The numbers start at 1, on one side of the street, progress up to about 21, then skip across the street and contie ascending, down the other side of the street. Ending at 36. So this means that Number 1 is opposite number 36, and as you progress up the street, the numbers on one side appear to increase, and on the other apear to decrease, until you reach 21. ....and my californiated brains says "like, for real tho?"...

Here, have a Google map of leeds.
http://maps.google.com/maps?f=q&hl=en&q=leeds,+uk&ie=UTF8&z=14&ll=53.802374,-1.547184&spn=0.024635,0.086517&om=1

But really, once you get to know the clients, and figure out which streets are all fucked up, it's a cakewalk. I work literally half as hard as i did i SF, ride a quarter of the distance (not counting the 20 mile daily commute), and carry at most 2 pounds at a time. Super-duper easy. I am really enjoying it though, nice to tear through traffic again, great to ride 10 miles twice a day, without stopping, forcing me back into some semblance of shape.
Amazingly, the rates are ok, the work is really easy, and if there was a little more of it, i could make a killing. the company pays (at least) 60% of what the client is charged, compared to 37% at speedway in SF, and, with the current exchange rate, each tag is about the same, or perhaps a little more than an equivilent SF tag.

Peter

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Ransacking My History
Current mood: sentimental

man...going through the shit under the bed in my old room...man, i used to be fucking crazy!

it's a little sad. so many artifacts that mean something, bring back memories i'd long since forgotten. makes me feel old. makes me feel like i have a past, and some kind of personal history. usually i feel mostly in the here and now, coming from nothing, with nothing, only having myself. which is real nice (though somewhat lonely), but remembering these previous versions of myself, is really nice, sentimental as all hell, but nice. I used to be so much less balanced. don't think i could see in straight lines, if you know what i mean. Never saw the big picture, the overall effect. just concentrated on the tiny little details, obsessing and over emphasizing them....

it's also strange to be ransacking these artifacts to see if there is anything of any value, because i'm not going back to them, and frankly, i'm kinda broke :-)

peter

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Famous!

Yeah, the chronicle shot a few pictures and conducted a few interviews for it's "style" section just before i left SF and a friend's younger brother saw the article and sent me the link...pretty weird. I hate having a group i'm a part of go on the record about one thing or another, because invariable i disagree here and there, so, take the article with the pinch of salt...

http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/12/31/LVGNAN67MR1.DTL

peter

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very painful christmas
Current mood: uncomfortable
Category: Life

ugh...christmas.

had a very strange day. last night i had this sharp pain in my back, so went home early, from being out with Tara and a couple of her friends. hard time sleeping, terrible cramps in my lower back...figure they'd pass. spent a sleepless night, tossing and turning, in pretty intense pain, and the next morning, the pain was just as bad. talked to mum about my paranoia that it wasn't my back, but rather my kidneys that had given up. we bumped over possibilities. it's christmas, and no doctors are open, with "boxing day" (dec 26) not much will be open either. i wanted to see a doctor.

over the next two hours, it got to the point where i was vomitting, shaking, dizzy, couldn't stand upright, and couldn't sit still because the pain was too great.
we went to the hospital, which was (as could be expected) understaffed, but within an hour i had been diagnosed, as i had thought, of a bladder infection, which had travelled back into my kidneys. and had been given lot of tests, pinkillers and antibiotics.within 3 hours i was back at home. i feel very well now however...

the interesting part of all this,is, of course, that pretty much every christmas, easter, thanksgiving, birthday...i wake up feeling like a scrouge, totally out of the "holiday spirit" and through some act of kindness, friendship, hardship, or plain ol chance, i find myself really appreciating the people round me. today was no different. the pain, and panic of watching your own healthy condition deteriorate SO quickly, scared me, and whenever i am sick, i (re)gain an appreciation of everyone around me.

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Frosty December in England
Current mood: contemplative
Category: Travel and Places

Hello all,
since i'm so far away from most of you, i'll be *trying* to keep up with myspace, as it seems like the best way of doing such a thing in this day and age. Blogs, bulletins, whatever.

So my marvelous house on grove street was coming to it's natural end, and i was very uninspired ith my options for a new living situation in SF. Either i get a grotty little studio somewhere (only affordably in the tenderloin), or try to get a new house, sign a lease, deal with credit and deposits, and neighbours and most importantly, having to be the "boss" of  new place, with all the headache which accompanies that. Or finding a new place with new people. i just didn't like the options, and wasn't ready to do that, wasn't ready to commit to that length of time, wasn't ready to bed down right away again.
The other option? well, i could always take the fuck off back to england, stay with my parents, spend chritmas there, hang out with my sister, help my parents get ready to move, catch up with old english friends, and get a massive break from the SF lifestyle.

well, i've been back in england for about  week and a half, and my return ticket flys me back in 3 months from now.

so far, i haven't helped my dad with the house as much as i feel i should have, but my sister did get me a few shifts a week at the bar/restaurnt/club that he works at in the big town near us (bradford). I haven't cycled as much as i'd like, but there is definite hope for that, being that the ride to the next town has a pretty big hill on it, and it's maybe 6 miles away. so i've vowed to ride every day i work to the nex town and back again. it's bar work, so i start late and finish later. drinking rules here are unusual, not sure exatly what they are, but it' pretty much 24 hours...so it's up to the bar....my first shift STARTS at 10pm and ends whenever they feel like closing the doors, from what i can gather...wish me luck!

Tara seems well, though i can't exactly tell you why, or how...i mean, she is happy, has a boyfriend she likes a lot, and scads of (quite beautiful) friends, though doesn't seem to have any diretion, or many plans for the future that are in the works. She's young. Though the stagnant northern england way of life is very typical for these parts. it' a shame from (relativly) motivated american eyes. all these people, smart people, with potential, just living one day to the next, one week to the next, without changing, or having achieved much more than a pay packet, food in their stomaches a few laughs had. It' cultural. and a damn shame. i can work on her, but the rest of the country is on it's own...

more later.
peter

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my first alleycat
Current mood: stoked
Category: stoked Sports

alleycat: an illegal race, in an urban environment, with checkpoints the racers can do in any order. there are basically no rules, but sportsmanship is key. often themed for extra excitement!

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so i've missed out on a couple alleycats in the past, being that they were either so rainy that i didn't wabnt to race (and die), or i was deathly sick.
this tme, although i'd had a crazy week (crashed tuesday, pulled over by the cops on wedsnesday, crashed hard thursday) and had a nastly little cold brewing, i was ready. i'd recently got a helmet camera for my birthday from my ever loving friends and room-mates and i REALLY wanted to get some awesome video of the messengers ripping it up downtown.

saturday, the race is to benefit an aid's lifecycle ride. the race is a drag race, and so, every boy must dress as a girl, and every girl, a boy. AJ had stayed over at my house, and as we gradually worked off the hangovers from last night, we got all dolled up, with the help of tara (and her makeup). we rocketed off downtown. the race started at pier 7, on the embarcadero. we roll up and lo and behold here are at least 30 messengers, ugly,hungover, smely, tattoos and scars all over their bodies-- dressed as girl scouts, cheerleaders, prostitutes, mothers, with even an appearance from goldilocks! we hang out a while, wait for everyone to show up. we talk. i'm pointing out the two riders i think are strong contenders. one is sean, who works for speedway with me, and is REALLY fast, and the other is tommy (whose name i didn't yet know) because i see him downtown sometimes, and he is just ripping traffic apart. it's beautiful to see (and i'll film it really soon so y'all CAN see it). i'm guessing maybe 50-60 riders where there all in all. maybe more. a couple announcements are made, benefit, thanks, manifests, money, yadda yadda yadda. we get the list of checkpoints, and there are seven.

1. havey milks plaza (castro and market)
2. AIDS memorial in golden gate park
3. windmill at the end of golden gate park, near ocean beach
4. lombard gate to the presidio (lombard and lyon)
5. the park at gough and union
6. aunt carlie's in the TL (100 bock of turk)
7. the eagle tavern (12th and harrison)


the finishline was to be at the park at potrero and chavez.

after a quick gander at the list, sean decided on a route, we all looked at it and realised that it was pretty much the best. we'd take the broadway tunnel to union and gough, down lombard to the gate, up the presidio hil, meander through the richmond, hit the windmill, then through the park to the aids memorial, then to harvey milk plaza, then to aunt charlis, finally the eagleand the potrero park.

this route seemed to make alot of sense, but we only had a few minutes to think about it before we all of a sudden opeople were riding away, all that i could see seemed to be heading towards the broadway tunnell. this was at once comforting that we'd picked the right route, but also realising that everyone probably had the same route, and that we'd get bogged down in the pack. i hastily turned my helmet camera on, threw the camcorder into my backpack and rode off.
there was a really strong headwind as we climbed up the hill towards broadway, i was cold from standing around at the pier for over an hour, my lock was digin into my back really hard, i was carrying all this weigh in camera and battery and al lthe other shit i just left in my messenger bag (tools, tubes, pump, bungee cords, etc). all the kids of fixies were working it up the hill and i was resigned to having fun, riding as hard as i could, but recording as much as i could. we mob the broadway tunnel , go through on the road, i looking all the while for a good skitchto take me all the way through the tunnel (and past all the other folks huffing and puffing against the headwind. nothing appeared though. through the tunnel, breaking through cross traffic on polk, horns and screaching tires. i'm close behindf travis po, the guy who makes all those "freight baggage" messengers bags that are(were) so god damn- hip right now (3 months ago). we was going really fast, and the scooter with the video camera was trailing him. he was riding a fixie with ( i think) no brakes, and did a gnarley cut cross van ness at vallejo. i was pretty impressed. we all get to the park at union and gough, and circle around looking for the checkpoint. the checkpoint person hadn't showed up yet. after a couple exasperated howls, one of the guys on the scooter got of and was all "oh yeah! this i my checkpoint!" and started signing manifests. i got mine signed quickly, and got out as soon as i could. took off down union, zig zagged for a while till i hit lombard and rode lombard up to the gate. my friend margaret was the checkpoint there, she was straddling the cannon, and giving out "enjoy coke products" stickers instead of signing manifests. i puled up behin the cannon and got my sticker. towards the presidio hill. this i was not looking forward to. t's steep, and windy, and i wasn't feeling all that great. but it passed pretty quickly. i was cutting out into traffic the whole time, trying to get them to slow down just enough for me to catch a wheel well and skitch teh whole way up the hill. no such luck. this kid james who is no longer a messenger (has had knee troubles) was rocking his fixed hgear, and passed me, up that hill, no even looking like he was trying. i suddenly remember how fast that guy was and how i should have pointed him out as a contender along with sean and tommy.

aj had been on the radio a couple times, he was ahead of me, wanting me to catch up. he lives in the richmond, and knows it really well. he barked out a little advise over the radio with massive wind noise meaning i really didn't hear more and a single street name here and there. i gues sthe rest. we turned down clay, and i felt warm and comfortable, i felt like i was getting into my stride. i passed a couple riders, i guess i turned left on arguello, then right onto california. rocked down california for a while. wanting a skitch, but finding nothing worthwhile. i talk to aj on the radio, and he shouts 23rd. i roll down cal to 23rd, make a left, and shoot up 23rd. i think i see aj's helmet and bag way up ahead. about 3-4 blocks away. i get toward the park and a steep hill, i turn right away from the hill and eventually get to fulton. i'm shooting down fulton, haven't seen any other riders in 10 minutes, feeling like i was probably pretty far behind, or had taken a really bad route. as the 24/25? ave entrance approaches, i see the the ninja (tommy is dressed as a ninja) and james whizz along 24th right in front of me. "yes!" i shout, "the chase is on!". now i have something to film, i have people to pace me. i have people to talk to! we go through the park, all going pretty quickly, james mashing it up, obviously the strongest rider of the three of us. i look behind and see sean a block's length behind. i good crew to film. james and i are in the front of this little pack, and at one point james asks me where the windmill is. i was pretty sure i could get to it, but was second guessing myself a little. i lead us all to the windmill the perfect way. we get there and fail to see a checkpoint! i'm scared...this is rediculous! suddenly soneone shouts that they see bikes. we shoot over to the bikes and see chriss carrier and his friend hanging out with a vibrating purple dildo and a stack of condoms. the task is to put a condom on the dildo and take your picture with it. we all do this, get our manifests signed (which i had stufed into my underwear since the dress i'd been loaned by my sister had no pockets. they give us a hand ful of condom each, and those too get stuffed into the grundies. we take off again. james and i leading through the park, followed closely by tommy and sean, and i see behind me now, AJ's crazy helmet. as we take off i see maestro and his friend coming towards the checkpoint.

i pull up beside a car as it's stopped at a traffic light, the window is open, and i ask if they want to give me a lift. the girl in the passenger seat smiles as i pass them. i pedal on, look behind me, and see them coming up slowy to my bike. i'm ready to move over and grab onto the window when they blow past me real fast. bastards were taunting me. i cycle on. james in now 50 feet ahead, i think tommy and AJ are behind him, then me, and sean behind me. we all bust through the park, i catch up the james and he asks if i know how to get to the aids memorial. i know exactly how to get there, and again lead us on the perfect route through the park to the aid memorial. AJ is slightly in front when he passes a sign forthe aids memeorial that leads down some stairs. he slows, approaches the stairs and i shout that there are stairs. i wanted to keep going straight to th ramp down into the aids memeorial, but tommy leaps off his bike, and vaults down the stairs. i follow suit and we arrive at the bottom, in the glen, and see no-one for the checkpoint. there are some people playing volleyball, and as we all shoot forward uop the ramp, we see wendy at the top as the checkpoint person. we roll up and there are are couple people, two face (aka ryan), maestro and his friend. i was feeling like we were doing pretty well up until then, when i realised that we may just be stuck in the middle of a extended pack. we get our stamps, and head out of the park, towards stanyan. we are a solid group now, tommy, aj, sean, james and i. we shoot through traffic at stanyan, mash along oak, somehow loose james around this point. we hit a red light at masonic, start shouting as we approach, two lanes of fast traffic going each way, tommy magically pushes his way through the middle of traffic, like they are not even solid. we push hard and make it through ok. a little sketchey, but amazing. we bust down oak some more, and i suddenly realise that we hadn't worked out how to get to coastro and market from here. i mention this to sean. "how the fuck are we geeting to the castro?"
"take devis"
"what? overthat hill?"
"do you have a better idea?"
"uh...no"
so we all turn right on devisadero and up the hill, crank and all of a sudden are at teh top of the hill. we have such momentum and excitement now that we are pretty much unstoppable. the hill was absolutely nothing. we take another hill, rip down castro to harvey milk plaza, get some makeup put on us, and then some signatures. shoot down market, ou posse still intact. i catch a skitch on the rear wheelwell of a car, and tommy pull up to the open window and grabs that! we have two people skitcing the same car, his rear wheel is 2 inches from my front and i scream at him for stealing my skitch and leg go, we are at the top of the hill at guerrero at this point and bust through teh intersection. shooting down market, forcing our way with shouts and sreams, arms waving through van-ness. 3-4 lanes EACH WAY! pushing hard, muscling the car out of the way. fucking crazy shit. it's amazing to remember seeing the cars shooting towards me, being bigger, more aggressive, literally FORCING through the intersection. i hit the trams track all wrong on the other side, nearly get a wheel stuck, (that would have been nasty). cut through to aunt charlies which i was worried about, because i had no idea where it was, but we'd heard that it was the 100 block of turk, and lo and behold there it was! fuck yeah....home free after this, i knew where the park was, i knew where the eagle tavern was. we zig zag all through the SOMA, hit the eagle, they tell us that we are the first they've seen that have all the stamps. we are stocked, he, maybe...just maybe.

we all shoot down harrison, take 24th, and hit the park at the bottom. i'm first past the folks waiting there. we ask them were the checkpoint is, and they say it isn't here yet. we roll around looking for it, we cross the road and see if it's at teh ballpark across the road. we go back and ask them to be the checkpoint, becausethere was no-oneelse there, and more riders will start showing up any minute. they take our names down.

techically, i came in first, but our whole group should really share joint #1. I'm still pretty amazed that i won my first alleycat. and i'm really stoked that we beat the pants off all the posers that hang out at one post , think they are hot shit, but wouldn't give us (real) messengers the time of day. good shit.

this is long, so i'll leave it at that.
peter

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thank you all
Current mood: content
Category: Life

even though saturday night was not all that special, this weekend was realy fucking nice. life is great, isn't it?

thursday at karaoke was awesome. getting fucking trashed, singing like crazy, friends, lots of awesome friends. remembering that you don't know the words to alot of these songs. welcome to the jungle anyone? riding away really drunk, sprinting away, blasting through red lights and really nearly getting hit.

incredible hangover until at least 2pm the next day.

friday night we all hang out, go for a crumby bike ride with hella hipsters. REALIZE just how lame they all are and head to fuck out. we buzz past a police blockade, past ambulences and police cars. i see someone ripped the fuck apart on the side of the road as the officials coverthe body up. gnarley shit. hit up the bar my friend works at, drink some drinks. ride across town to this party. i have an amazing time, like i was on extacy, except i was really barely drunk. just ROCKING the fuck out. god damn i love it when that happens! i was born to dance around at house parties. it's just the simple truth. oh, and i looked hot as hell, even if i do say so myself. it's a rare occurance, so fogive my arrogance. dancing with everyone, dancing really violently with zana, so that people were actually scared! people got out of the way, people shreiked when we did our one-on-one mosh pit.

i make french toast breakfast on saturday, mimosas, coffee, good people. take it easy, ride down to the mission, dumpster more bread. beswt bread dumpster experience i've ever had, we pulled everything out of the dumpster. it was locked, but after prying at it for a while, the manage came out and UNLOCKED the damn things for us. we thanked him. cookies. pastries, chocolate croisants. cranberry bread, raisin bread. whole wheat, rye. pizza! walnut gorgonzola and apple foccacia things! asparagus, potato and cheese pizza! big enough to feed one hungry messenger for dnne. and there were at least ten of them! and everything was fully wrapped up in retail packaging! can you imagine!best ever. we bag up alot and take it out to the homeless/hungery in the mission. leave it in parks for people to take.
later a show at jack's. too packed, we don't really even go inside that much. roll around on bikes outside, do wheelies, ride superman style, ride thighs gripping the handlebars, stting on the bars and riding backwards! riding with your body as low as possible, riding with a leg through the main triangle! having so damn much fun just riding around in circles!
go to a not so special bar at church and market, hang out with piratesm, get free drinks, stand on the street talking for like an hour after we get kicked out of the bar. random, yet very interesting people on the street.

more french toast on sunday morning, random but really quite nice poeple waking up on the floor of my house. more mimosas, more firing corks off into the back yard, a new record set by the random floorsleeper. cranberry bread used in the frnech toast for really dramatically good results. went through 22 eggs, and made 2 platters of french toast! riding around with wendy and aj, eating massive, beautiful burritos, talking about everything under the sun. good gad damn times! i mean, really. having the rain start at exactly the moment we left the house, and end almost as soon as we get to where we are going...3 times in one day!

sure i didn't get laid, but do i care? did i want to? do i think that some crumby one night stand might have actually detracted from the weekend? life is good, being single is great, being myself, ddoing what i wnat to do is phenomonal.

a massive "thank you" goes out to everyone that made this weekend as good as it was. i'm serious.

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