Tired Eyed

So the most recent news in my life is that I spent a couple hours with a good friend-girl (to use a mom-term) and Marty and then about an hour with just her, talking. Her name is Grace and she is pretty neat. She appreciates literature pretty intensely and she's a strong Catholic, but also feminist (unfortunately feminist is kind of an awkward term, but she's a good, healthy femminist).

Tangent: I'm going to try to keep this blog as honest as possible. It seems to me unavoidable that truth is the first step to good communication and sometimes its painful and surprsing... But then again, apparently humans usually tell their aquaintances about 90% of their lives and leave the other 10% for just close friends. Or something like that. I'm pretty sure I heard it at youth group at some "relationship talk". On the other hand, I don't think I have that much to hide. I suppose it would be good to get it out there that I have smoked pot twice, the first time not feeling anything and the second time experiencing a massive high, I don't drink often but I had enough alcohol one night (well, combined with my first cigarette since junior year of highschool) that I started throwing up. The difference between the feeling your about to throw up and the feeling just after throwing up is fantastic.

Back to it: It wasn't groundbreaking or anything, but we were just laying on her bed, talking. It was nice to just be with someone, to feel them and really listen and have some silence occasionally.

We talked until about 2:15am, which was good, but I also had to get up for work, which is where I have been all of today and for most of the time of the last 2.5 weeks. Work is kind of strange. Our work doesn't always seem to correlate the importance of a function and the time/energy it takes to complete. For example, we can spend hours dressing cable that took about 40 min to plug in. For the most part, work is fulfilling. I'm needing to learn a lot since my boss is definitely gone in July and the other main telecom guy could be gone by fall which more or less leaves me. Interesting situation since I skipped basically my entire life for about a month out of last semester, which no one was happy about.

Anyway, bringing it back to the topic, my mind goes through a lot everyday, from the time I actually wake up (which is usually after I've gotten out of bed and walked into the kitchen) to the moments before I fall asleep. I guess that sounds pretty cliche, but for example two mornings ago I woke up thinking about getting to work on time even though its cloudy and cold and how that will affect the brightness of the day which occasionally corresponds to my happiness and went to bed thinking about a game called freeciv, how much time I've wasted playing video games how promising my future is, how mysterious God is and that I really have no good context for my future which is scary but its worthless and painful to actually feel scared sometimes.

I'm going to go eat. I started writing this and it was invigorating now I feel like I'm struggling to throw down words to validate and argue some philosophy.

Square Wheels on a Flat Road

SO THE INCONSISTENCY BEGINS! Of course, by this point I've actually realized that no one is reading this because I haven't told them about it at all. This is going to be a short post like a week-ish late.

News: My housemate-to-be-not is in the hospital. Its unpredictable and upsetting. The greatest news of all is that I now am riding a Rivendell Atlantis bicycle. It is possibly one of the most enjoyable experiences of my entire life. I also got my Bible back from the house in Sammamish that I live at, which is totally cool.

The bike rocks.

I'm pretty sure it deserved its own line. I'm also planning on going to the SIFF (Seattle International Film Festival) alot next week. I have a link to my Google Calender of shows, performances, art things, etc. that I am planning/want to go to. In case anyone reading this (unlikely) cares.

Sine of (Pi over 2)

Calculate the title and you will get the value corresponding to the number of this post. Or figure out that this post is number one, corresponding with the value one and if you know that the sine of zero (Pi over 2)'s is zero and the value of three (Pi over 2)'s is -1, then you will probably have begun a much more interesting, and informative journey than this web log, as it is.

The actual content of this blog will hopefully be dedicated to the going's on of my life. I enjoy very much writing emails (proven *ahem* by the quality and not the quantity) but I have found that unless I start getting paid to do so, I won't be getting them out to every one. Thats just time and space.

Today, I got back from a 102-105 km (64-65 mi) bike ride at 12:30 am, spent the night at my former roommate and close-enough-to-brother Marty Peterson's house. I got up and made it to church (Fellowship Bible Church) and then talked with Eidi and Brendan for awhile before leaving for Seattle and the Folklife Festival there-with-in. The folk festival was amazing including meeting an excellent homeless man named Curtis who helps people park under the Alaskan Way Viaduct (free on Sundays!), meeting up with another close-enough-to-brother Alex Graves and friend Heather. Witnessed some cool Mexican music and dancing, many various percussive instruments, a bagpiper (intentionally) accompanied by a hip-hop drummer, some butoh dance by a group called Death Posture which is really indescribable. I was initially quite profoundly disturbed by it, but it soon became very emotive and expressive. It would probably require at least another long post. Following that, the four of us (Heather's friend Ava joined us) we saw some excellent bluegrass, and went to the centerhouse and heard some more really cool music that I can't identify, and some other cool music that I could which was (and this was amazing) Коробе́йники. For those who have no idea what this is (probably most, I imagine) this is the the Tetris song for A Mode. Apparently it's originally a folk song based on a poem of the same name written in 1861. So there is a Russian folk associated with Tetris and what was supposed to be associated with Zelda? Could it have been Ravel's Bolero? I think so. On that note we headed out, promptly lost Alex (which was a rather amusing theme for the day) and after seeing a samba parade and viewing a few other street performers we made our way back to the Vera stage (where we saw the Botah) and talked as we got ready to leave. Actually, this was when I was able to meet the Botah performers, which was really quite amazing and gave me almost all of the perspective I have on their work. Also, a figure dressed entirely in camoflauge with earth tone face and head coverings, no shoes, but wearing gloves jumped into the bushes next to us, and began climbing out and sneaking around. I think it was a performance piece. He also sat next to some girls that looked about his age and mischeviously put his finger to his lips, indicating they ought to be quiet since they had spotted him. In broad daylight. I was impressed.

Finally, I'm now at home. I hung out with Alex and looked up the Botah and bagpiper we saw, picked up my brother Greg who had just returned from Holden Village which is in my book far and away one of the most amazing places in Washington. Then I spent a long while talking to my mom about my experiences and listening to hers (occasionally).

Over all it was a good day. "Unfortunately", my life usually isn't this exciting. Or at least it hasn't been so far. We'll see what happens. I'm also exhausted.

So thats a taste of this blog. I'll probably get more philosophical. I plan to write down the seemingly random but ultimately meaningful thoughts I have during the day. I would prefer this show my mental/emotion/spiritual locations, directions and actions as well as my physical/logistical. I'll probably also get more inconsistent and tangential but, at the end of the day, that hasn't bothered me before so I don't think it will bother me now.