"i prefer a week-long, relaxing engagement, w/ all the relevant amenities, with rigorous debate, discussion, and deliberation about making things exponentially better! FTW!" - me

7:38/mi. -> proof

re: everything

to the right

re: contradictory, lyrical requirements and expectations.

with a tender relation between my angle and my patience
and a direct connection between my love and inspiration

i need a warm hand to cool me down
i need your soft voice to drown me out
i need emptiness to fill my soul
i need a question mark to make me whole

i'll be the boy at the back of the bus
w/ my eyes on the back of your head
i'll be the girl on the front seat
telling your friend that he never really cared

the things that we could share
- groove armada

re: time standards, seasons, and goal changes.

it's kinda strange that Bush was able to alter the date of the timezone change, but the US military is also still @ war. i'm almost shamefully complacent. :( the only course of action i can take for now is to make sure i vote for Obama. i am fine w/ Hillary, too. the first US black or female president would be groundbreaking, right?

this spring i'd like to make sure my body is truly summer-ready. i'd also want to fly off alone on a weekend getaway to a cozy hotel in a new or not-so-recently-visited city w/ temperate, preferably sunny weather, that has a lounge or club w/ interesting decor and jazzy or experimental dance music. for some reason, i feel Vancouver or Chicago beckoning. who knows, as the crow flies...

Erick Morillo 080606 - LIVE @ La Rocca (XL Sundays) plays. half of my beef tri-tip wrap is eaten. i sit skewed left in my chair, left leg bent with a foot on the bed, right leg half crossed under my keyboard drawer, right foot pressing under left calf, with big toe upwards, scissoring with other toes. i feel refreshed, as always, after working out then taking a late-evening shower. i calculate the hours of sleep i would get if i slept. i feel my body stimulated for soreness, growth, and repair.

i go outside. the air smells like a hint of spring and it holds a thin blanket of warmth. i feel the pollenation of desire generated from the hopes of rebirth. streetlights are a yellow mellow, casting light so the trees can look down at their flowering shadows. adding to the sparkles of vehicular metal, the streams to the drain to the ocean, a snailshell, and every leafy branch upturned, the moon is nowhere to be seen. i look up to accept the galactic blessing of light, given from bodies possibly already dead, unknowingly still shining at their brightest.

re: an observation of either coincidence, fate/faith or both, occurring this past weekend.

last friday, i flew from Oakland to Denver to Colorado Springs because my friends Dave and Jess were getting married. i was both an usher and flower girl—more specifically, the type of flower girl that tosses petals on the ground where the wedding entourage walks. i had not planned to be on the same flight nor in the same row as my friend Matt and his wife, who were also attending the wedding. on the flight back from Denver to Oakland, i ended up on the same flight with yet another good friend, Martin, who was seated on the aisle seat opposite from my own aisle seat.

unfortunately, there was a distressed, sobbing, crying, shaking, and non-vocal lady sitting in my seat when i boarded the plane. she had no problem moving over to a seat next to mine. i couldn't believe the man sitting next to her seemed to be insensitive to her emotions. i asked a flight attendant for some tissue and he gave me the napkins used as coasters for beverage service. he was at least able to detect the lady crying and asked if it was "medical or emotional." and she said the latter. i tried helping her recline the seat when she was having trouble finding the button. the poor girl was able to finally take a break when she fell asleep sideways, one knee giving me a charliehorse, with her head pressing against my shoulder, just as the plane landed.

this is borderline boring, but is a good system or process analysis practice for class.

i have four items in the dryer, dryel dry-cleaning right now: a pink, striped, long sleeve that i intend to wear @ a wedding this weekend, two cardigans, and a t-shirt that demanded, on the label, to either be handwashed or dry-cleaned. i liked wearing those items a lot, but hadn't worn them for weeks, or months (?), because of lack of time or desire to pursue any dry-cleaning solution.

there's also the shop up top on Mission St. that my family has been going to for years, but i'd generally drive there because i'd likely miss their hours on the weeknights. another interesting option is the dry-cleaning shop inside the BART station, but i haven't woken early enough to provide a buffer for handing over my garments in the morning, nor do i think i'd usually get off work early enough to catch the shop before it closes. i think it's the most convenient and practical of choices, but i'm guessing i will pay for convenience and accessibility.

and now the items are done, smelling cleanly and only slightly wrinkled. as a non-business-casual dressing male, i may not need another dry-cleaning option because a quick guesstimate comes out to:

• old shop, 1 block away, running-accessible, 3 suit items $20, same-week turnaround
• family shop, many blocks, closing hour driving, unknown cost/turnaround
• BART service, 1 block, borderline hour running-accessible, unknown cost/turnaround
• DRYEL, in-house, 4 items fitting in bag, $10/6 cleaning agent/box, 30 min. turnaround

in the context of my last graduate-level Programming Concepts class: i'm tempted to use the quality control sheet that my learning team formulated; i am kinda building this page from scratch, using non-HTML 4 and instead with CSS+XHTML, utilizing CODA—which is a lovely, lovely app!

this is personal web development. intermingle the connotations of the terms. and look @ the time. i may not have been programming all night, but i am continuing to stay up to finish this. adding content. i am my own CMS. i've already analyzed my thoughts and had my process defined, i believe i'm in the implementation phase. maintenance is inevitable (?)

baby when the lights go out, i need u