September 2008
27 posts
is running hot on a cool morning in san francisco…
starts another week, thinking that when the world is running down, you just make the best of what’s still around.
thinks he can!
is a man, going round, taking names.
is checking it twice, and making a list.
saturday. september. home game. tonight. only reasonable course of action: tailgate.
is riding on the low branch of sfo society culture right about now…
says, “argggggggh! to all you barnacle-blistered sea urchins!” talk like a pirate. walk like a pirate.
sends out sincere t.g.i.f’s to everyone! finish the week strong.
introductions are in order: larry please meet the grind. you’ll be partnering for the rest of this week. now get to work!
welcomes another blue monday.
has had a king-sized can of ‘Whupp *ss!’ opened up on him today!
Stanford objects on Sunday mornings
Some old Sunday morning shots of random outdoor sculpture and architecture around Stanford campus.
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is learning to fly, but he ain’t got wings.
thinks that she’s all right, she’s all right, that girl’s alright… with me!
is riding that train
is untethered today. in a rush to catch the train he left the mobile at home. strange feeling, being unwired, and yet kinda liberating.
gallops northeast on an iron horse named BART, straight into the teeth of a monster called the grind! but why? why?
is under-whelmed.
is shopping for breakfast. best time for safeway runs=sunday morning. get in get out. i’ve got eggs, bacon, cheez, champagne, oj. epic.
is watching college footbal, cleaning up, and fixing things around the house. he knows: boring, but if not now, then when?
OH on cellphone-Embarcadero Center SFO: “I’m the fourth in command…” No lady, you’re the first one given orders! lolz
is thinking about a spanish omellete—with an extra greasy side of bacon—and a bloody mary. thank god it’s friday! :-D
breaking down and getting another Super at grumpys: cheezburger with fried egg and bacon, 8 billion calories…nom nom nom
loves that NFL kicks off tonight. time to halt presidential politics for a few hours and replace with it ultraviolence!
ends a long work day. the halo effect of that blissful holiday weekend is now long gone. man, that was a quick fade.
is lean, mean and well-rested after vacation—back on the block and ready to grind it like a gourmet sausage factory.
