playa dust

they say the playa dust gets on everything, sticks to everything. i had nightmarish vision of this impending malady before we even got to the playa. but what i realized, as we approached black rock city, was that the playa dust signaled the very fact that we have arrived. that hellish place, crack-filled and dry lake bed, howling afternoon winds, it's so awful no living thing ever survives... i've never seen and ugly place look so beautiful.

i rode to the edge of the playa one afternoon, facing nothingness and imagined that i was there all alone. that afternoon-sun baked every moisture out of me and cast a long lost shadow that was half of me. i came, like most, to find the long lost version of myself. right there i began to realize that i came here not to find out who i was in the past, but to find who i am and who i can become.

but i am not alone. right behind me are a million lights, loud thumping music, insane art and tens of thousands of crazy and lovely people. i closed my eyes in hopes in imprisoning that curious dream.

there are a thousand of memories to write about, each of which cast a lingering smile. that memorable week spent with people i love. all my phenomenal friends who were in the same odyssey, who seeked and found whatever was unyielding and who i got to know their beautiful being. there are a few things that can describe the unfaltering and phenomenal energy that the whole place emmited, like one gigantic morphing and pulsating living thing... it was one of my most memorable experiences.

it is indeed true.. the playa dust does get into everything and sticks to everything. everyday i pick up something i own and remnants of the playa would float off... like some magic dust it would hypnotize me and electric memories would jolt me. i am sad at times because i miss it... but i hope to go back, to that ugly and god-forsaken dry lake bed... the most beautiful dusty place in the world.

Pool Night...

We lost 6-9 to Skip's... but what the hell, it was fun.

The Town of Hercules votes against Wal-Mart...

... using eminent domain.

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/05/24/BAGM8J15531.DTL

Wal*Mart-> Bad for America -------- Hooray Hercules!!!

Spam

Looks like a slow day at work, I figured I'll do something productive and clean my email.

Spams of the day:

From Dwight Dunbar... We found company ready to EXPLODE!!
From Tangible Curtish... Melt away pounds with Hoodia
From Sistrunk Esmeralda... Ephedra for your weightloss
A joke from Tommy Fullove...
"Did you know it’s a sin for a woman to make coffee?Yup, it’s in the Bible. It says . . . “He-brews”."
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From Gloria Bedrauex... Icrease Your Sexual Desire and Sperm volume by 500%

I was thinking... what if they were all true?? I can look good, feel good, have a massive manhood and be rich all in one sitting.

ding...
Email from boss.... Hi Vic, Please update me with the status of xxxxxx project.

Should I tell him now that I'll be quitting soon since I'm setting up this former Nirubian strongman a US checking account and in return I'll get 10 percent of all his deposits which amounts to 2 million dollars... but on the meantime, I'll let him use my personal checking account or should I wait till I collect all that dough??? hmmm... choices choices...

Boozers, pirates and nudies... and the marathon they ran

I thought it was some weird ass dream. A thunderous roar from somewhere not too distant waked Brandi, Iggy and me up. I thought that it couldn’t be real. What and who would make such a raucous on this holy Sunday morning at 9 A.M.. Iggy barked and ran like a mad-dog in the backyard, which was nothing new really. I soon realized it was bay-to-breakers marathon… and the marathon runners must’ve been done and then came the comical tail end. Brandi and I went to go watch the nudies, penguins, pirates and pirate ships, beer-filled grocery carts, tiki bars, nuns, cavemen/women, nurses, doctors… like Halloween in springtime... in the middle of the day... My favorite has to be the “delegation” from Marina, which is the yuppie district of San Francisco. A group of friends dressed in yuppie attire held a sign that says “Marina”. Someone yelled, “Marina go to hell.” On to which the reply was “You people scare me.”

Every year I have the same comment --- People who need to put on costumes are naked.

Here's something good from the news today...

Boy, 7, swims from Alcatraz to SF

http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2006/05/22/MNGLTJ04AG3.DTL

"A 7-year-old boy has become one of the youngest people to swim the cold, swift waters between Alcatraz Island and San Francisco, completing the 1.4-mile distance in 47 minutes.
...Braxton Bilbrey could be the youngest ever to accomplish it. "

Hooray to Braxton Bilbrey, a second-grader from Glendale Arizona!!!

bike to work day....

Yesterday was bike to work day. I should have, but I woke up too late. I got to work and I couldn't find parking. I guess no one knew.

Iggy pooped

Iggy’s been enjoying the lucky-weather-streak we’ve been having. Today he seems to ask me if he can stay out longer or if he can have a pool in the backyard, even those mini-kid ones that you fill with a garden hose. He’s sleeping right now and I wonder what he’s dreaming about. Maybe that pool… or the cat… or that bone that he won’t give up.