Friday started out decent enough. Kirste dropped Tyler off at Pierres so I could watch him while she worked at The New England Shrimp Compny. She is a hostess there and works from 4-10 so sometimes she drops tyler off at Pierres so he can stay with me until I get out.
I got mad at him when he bought a 10$ swedish Limpa cake across the street at Simply Scandinavian. I had to explain to him that might not have been the best way to spend his hard gotten money. WHat are ya gonna do. I dropped him off at my house for an hour while I made an appearance at Bianca's birthday party.
Bianca was decked out fo sho. Brendan was looking as laid back as ever and there was lots of good food left. I didnt stay long. Checked out Santo's records that he bought whilst traveling in Germany. Some good shit.. lots of old skool hip hop. Pre-run dmc isht. AJ and Crissy's were there for a final appearance. I'll miss having her around... great girl. She would have been a nice momma for old man Shire.
I left Biancas and headed for home. I bought tyler and I a red bull and we stayed up watching simpsons futurama and the Chapelle Show.
Saturday morning was spent cleaning the apartment getting ready for Jeff and Meghans birthday party. Tyler and I went to WIld Oats and ate lots of good shtuff. Tyler noticed we could have eaten all the samples and gotten really full. Chip off the ol block ayuh.
Tyler and I convinced Jeff that he shouldnt go campaigning during the hottest part of the day and that he should go swimming at salmon falls with us instead. We made a mad dash for the water as the heat was starting to get to all of us. We had a nice drive out into the country. Took a few wrong turns on the way and ended up on a very long stretch out into the town of Buxton. We finally hit the Saco river and followed that back down to the Hollis-Buxton border where salmon falls is. It's nice to be able to depend on a river to help you find your way back. We headed up past the bridge on the Buxton side and traveled the mile up to the parking lot where everyone parks to go to the rope swing. The parking lot was full as Ive ever seen it. We headed up the trail to the 30 foot cliff where the swing USED to be. We could tell 100 feet before we reached the clearing that the whole tree where the swing used to be had been cut down. It had rotted out pretty fiercely and I guess it was the right thing to do. Thats the only time Ive ever been ok with someone knocking down tree that housed a rope swing. The swing that was anchored onto that tree was one of the best I'd ever been on in Maine. The swing was anchored on a tree that was 30 feet up on a rock ledge children under the age of 10 didnt dare jump off the cliff or swing of the rocky bank. The swing was tied 35 feet up around the girth of the tree. The bank angled sown so you could make a nice run down the bank swing 15 or 20 feet out and then drop 35 or 40 feet out into the cold deep saco river. The banks of the saco river were perfect for ropeswinging and diving jumping, etc... on both sides the banks were granite and slate dropping straight down 40 feet. I've never heard of anyone ever touching bottom.... and people definitely tried. So it was a sad thing to go there and see it gone. Tyler was going to try the swing for the first time. Shitty. He did jump off the cliffs a few times and swam across the river with Jeff and I. The current is pretty non existent in that particular bend of the river... another reason for that being one of the premier ropeswinging meccas of the maine woods. All the other great ones are in rivers with a much swifter current.
Afte geting back From the river Tyler Micah and I all went to see "The Bourne Supremacy". Great Movie!!!! We had a blast. Micah weirded out some froofy Falmouth girls sitting in front of us. He offered them some little lads popcorn... it was a nice gesture but people at movie theatres dont really want to get to know their adjacent neighbors... it's not like its a social activity... thats why you go to movies. you dont want to be social. You want to descend into your own psyche for a few hours and not be bothered by hairy missionaries with popcorn.
After the movie I drove Ty to my mothers house and micah to brentwood street. The party was already underway at my house and was about to take a turn for the worse. My landlords son came upstairs and bitched at us for being to loud... he wanted a physical altercation but i didnt give him the pleasure. HE knocked about 30 bottles off my stoop ledge onto his apartment.. breaking 30 bottles all at once! His fianceee called up to him to see what the fuck had happened... he had to tell her it was him. Pretty fucked up. After that the party got bigger and more drunken... i was ready to head for the beach. Trouble showed up and I got into some. Ended up staying up for about 30 more hours. I didnt sleep much till 4 pm on Sunday. I wanted to die. I met a crazy drummer from New Jersey and that was mildly amusing in my dopamineless state. I went home and went right to bed after reading the end of "wake up and smell the beer" by Jon Longhi. Fuck the bollocks.
I can't stand George Bush's daughters. They are 1000x coooler than him but they are still cyborgs. I watched them at work this morning and about 50 other brainless repubs talking about how mucht hey hate michael moore. Of course no one actually watched F911. Oh well. The apocalypse will come soon anyhow. too bad they will be feeling so safe with GWB
me goin off a rope swing at salmon falls
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Wednesday, September 01, 2004
my toes are growing itchy blisters... it must be posion ivy time
With poison oak, poison ivy, and poison sumac, the culprit is the same -- an oil called urushiol. This oil is found in the leaves, roots, and twigs of these plants. There is no difference in the rashes, since there is no difference in the cause. (A few other plants contain the same oil in lesser amounts, including the Japanese lacquer tree [and thus some lacquered furniture], the gingko tree, the shells of cashews, the shells of brazil nuts, and the rinds of mangoes -- sensitive individuals would do well to avoid all of these).
Wherever the oil touches the skin of a sensitive individual, an exquisitely itchy, red rash will appear between 8 and 72 hours (usually 12-48 hours) later, which will often go on to develop blisters. The first time a person touches this oil, s/he may break out 7 to 10 days later. Most people, however, will have no reaction the first time they are exposed. In fact, children under the age of 7 are rarely sensitive. Sensitivity is particularly rare under the age of one, and when infants do break out, the rash is usually mild. (One of my sons is convinced that he will always be immune, because he's played in poison oak a few times with no rash -- he may be in for a rude awakening this summer, or he may be one of the 15%-30% of individuals who never develop sensitivity).
The oil from poison plants can stick to virtually anything. It can dry and remain potent indefinitely. Once the oil has been removed, the rash from poison oak or poison ivy is not contagious. Even the oozing blisters are not contagious, although they look like they should be. Because new blisters can keep appearing over the course of a week, people assume that touching the rash causes it to spread, or that the ooze itself is responsible for the spreading. The fluid that fills the blisters is one's own serum, not the poisonous oil. The skin only breaks out where it actually comes into contact with the urushiol. The sensitivity of the skin, and the amount of oil, determine the speed of the eruption. Places where the oil is most concentrated, or the skin the most vulnerable, break out first, followed days later by places where there was only a little oil, or the skin is a more effective barrier. Woe to those with eczema!
Wherever the oil touches the skin of a sensitive individual, an exquisitely itchy, red rash will appear between 8 and 72 hours (usually 12-48 hours) later, which will often go on to develop blisters. The first time a person touches this oil, s/he may break out 7 to 10 days later. Most people, however, will have no reaction the first time they are exposed. In fact, children under the age of 7 are rarely sensitive. Sensitivity is particularly rare under the age of one, and when infants do break out, the rash is usually mild. (One of my sons is convinced that he will always be immune, because he's played in poison oak a few times with no rash -- he may be in for a rude awakening this summer, or he may be one of the 15%-30% of individuals who never develop sensitivity).
The oil from poison plants can stick to virtually anything. It can dry and remain potent indefinitely. Once the oil has been removed, the rash from poison oak or poison ivy is not contagious. Even the oozing blisters are not contagious, although they look like they should be. Because new blisters can keep appearing over the course of a week, people assume that touching the rash causes it to spread, or that the ooze itself is responsible for the spreading. The fluid that fills the blisters is one's own serum, not the poisonous oil. The skin only breaks out where it actually comes into contact with the urushiol. The sensitivity of the skin, and the amount of oil, determine the speed of the eruption. Places where the oil is most concentrated, or the skin the most vulnerable, break out first, followed days later by places where there was only a little oil, or the skin is a more effective barrier. Woe to those with eczema!
Saturday, August 21, 2004
1) ctrl-enter is my favorite keyboard shortcut
2) an effigy of george bush was carted around town last night... it was an ad for www.pantsonfire.com "dont get burned again" this is yet another sign that the 2004 political circus has gotten way out of control... the repubs never carted effigys of clinton around... this means we are finally stooping lower (by us i mean liberal- tree- hugging- sensitive -progressive people everywhere)
3)pacifica is a tasty brand of mexican cervesa.
4) this week was weirder than the last... better but more weird.
5) frank zappa's biography is hilarious READ IT. what a crazy bastard.... after reading it i felt like a peice of americana I had been missing was filled in.
6) I was wondering how many times GG Allin has been arrested or sued. The guy must be fucked at this point. Too bad. He could have ruined more american minds. Further hastening the apocalypse.
2) an effigy of george bush was carted around town last night... it was an ad for www.pantsonfire.com "dont get burned again" this is yet another sign that the 2004 political circus has gotten way out of control... the repubs never carted effigys of clinton around... this means we are finally stooping lower (by us i mean liberal- tree- hugging- sensitive -progressive people everywhere)
3)pacifica is a tasty brand of mexican cervesa.
4) this week was weirder than the last... better but more weird.
5) frank zappa's biography is hilarious READ IT. what a crazy bastard.... after reading it i felt like a peice of americana I had been missing was filled in.
6) I was wondering how many times GG Allin has been arrested or sued. The guy must be fucked at this point. Too bad. He could have ruined more american minds. Further hastening the apocalypse.
Wednesday, August 04, 2004
recycling day mittvoch
skipped work today- awoke at 10 AM to a terrible hangover and a portland city trashbag full of puke on my bedroom floor
watched simpsons from 11-12
called the boss to break him the bullshit story of why I wasn't at work. He was very cordial about the whole ordeal. He didn't seem to mind. I suppose he is used to it though. Every few weeks I seem to need a midweek sick day/beach day.
discovered I had forgotten where I parked my car the previous night because of a severe whisky induced memory lapse
sunbathed, swam, and frolicked at Pine Point Beach until 4 PM
indulged in the gastronomic delights from Anthonys Italian Ristorante. I ate Chicken Tetrazini and pasta salad. The tetrazini was absolutely BLAH however, it was quite filling and the pasta salad was very good.
continued searching for car with Rebecca and Shamra. Discovered my car had not been towed or stolen (6PM)
Went to Cliff's for a few minutes, saw Shupa and B-Town
Continued search for car
Gave up searching for car for the moment and decided to move on to plan B------ which went something like: Making phone calls to every tow place in town and checking every street.
2 minutes later
Rebecca hollers from her car window :FOUND YOUR CAR:
I still felt shitty even after I found the car, i was quite tired and feeling the after effects of the sun and the hangover.
Listened to a new song B-town and Sydney Bourke were working on. very retro sounding female vocal driven pop electronica. Not half bad actually.
Ate leftover Chicken Larb Gai from the Vientianne Thai restaurant
purchased a 22 ounce Heineken from sketchy mobil on Park Ave and bought B-town a pack of Camel Wide Lights. I know what you're thinking... Camel Wides? The choice of suicidal types everywhere.
8:30 PM... rewrote the details of the day... edit 2 was better. The day got way better than when I had started writing it at 12:30. Sometimes you have to let a day mature before you start blogging it. Things can get better in a day.
watched simpsons from 11-12
called the boss to break him the bullshit story of why I wasn't at work. He was very cordial about the whole ordeal. He didn't seem to mind. I suppose he is used to it though. Every few weeks I seem to need a midweek sick day/beach day.
discovered I had forgotten where I parked my car the previous night because of a severe whisky induced memory lapse
sunbathed, swam, and frolicked at Pine Point Beach until 4 PM
indulged in the gastronomic delights from Anthonys Italian Ristorante. I ate Chicken Tetrazini and pasta salad. The tetrazini was absolutely BLAH however, it was quite filling and the pasta salad was very good.
continued searching for car with Rebecca and Shamra. Discovered my car had not been towed or stolen (6PM)
Went to Cliff's for a few minutes, saw Shupa and B-Town
Continued search for car
Gave up searching for car for the moment and decided to move on to plan B------ which went something like: Making phone calls to every tow place in town and checking every street.
2 minutes later
Rebecca hollers from her car window :FOUND YOUR CAR:
I still felt shitty even after I found the car, i was quite tired and feeling the after effects of the sun and the hangover.
Listened to a new song B-town and Sydney Bourke were working on. very retro sounding female vocal driven pop electronica. Not half bad actually.
Ate leftover Chicken Larb Gai from the Vientianne Thai restaurant
purchased a 22 ounce Heineken from sketchy mobil on Park Ave and bought B-town a pack of Camel Wide Lights. I know what you're thinking... Camel Wides? The choice of suicidal types everywhere.
8:30 PM... rewrote the details of the day... edit 2 was better. The day got way better than when I had started writing it at 12:30. Sometimes you have to let a day mature before you start blogging it. Things can get better in a day.
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