Rarely is it that I get sad these days. Tonight it’s mainly cuz of 4 vodka grapefruits. I feel only sad in that nostalgic way. Listening to old jazz and remembering old times.
Tag: Life
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…in myself. Shame on me for not updating my journal!!!!!!!!!! gah. Not only this journal but my paper one as well. And I call myself a writer….
Not only that but I’ve neglected my emailing! Jeez louise. Sorry to all! I’ve no real excuses.
I sit here tonight happy otherwise. Listening to Indigo Girls. An mp3 disc Keri burned. Keri’s working on her paper journal as I type.
Life is good. Life is grand. This sunday I’ll be out on cannery row with Steven, sculpting a 1.5 times life size bust of John Steinbeck during the Pepsi Cannery Row Block Party. Should be a blast. I’ve been learning so much working with Steven. We get along great.
Let’s see… Keri and I are planning to go to SF on Tuesday to MOMA to see the new exhibit of African American art on display. I’m sure we’ll head off to chinatown for noodles and fortune cookies and eggrolls afterwards. It’ll be good to get out of town even if only for a day.
Looks like our hoped for trip up to Spokane/Seattle will be postponed for a bit. Neither of us have the money for a trip of that magnitude. Speaking of trips… in fall of 2005 we plan to head overseas to Ghana where my old friend Dave is now living. Tentative plan is to stay for a year and live the adventure of the third world.
Keri and I have been practicing sign language daily. We’re both getting pretty good at it. All we need to do really is build up our vocabularies and learn the ASL grammar.
Hmm…what else? I just did an illustration today that might be used on a t-shirt for the Monterey Rock and Art Festival coming up this July.
Anyway… that’s about it for now.
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… are the mad ones. And I’ve found a mad gone gal. Keri doll. We met at a supermarket in California. Actually thru yahoo but met in person at Safeway 13 days ago when she invited me out for drinks at the Duck. An instant connection. It’s as if we’ve known each other for years and have been together as long.
At the Duck, we traded journals and sketchbooks and shot the breeze with black and tans and cranberry vodkas until well after 1 a.m. when we took the conversation back to Snug Harbor for a bowl. The conversation has yet to end. Even now, with her in the other room, I can hear her.
The only night we’ve spent apart was New Year’s. We both had made other plans prior to meeting. Her date flaked which really was no matter now that she’s with me. Each night spent like teenagers up until dawn in each other’s arms.
Keri’s from Spokane of all places. I wonder if Randy has seen her around town. I wouldn’t be surprised. Over the summer she had an epiphany and sold most of what she owned, packed up her volvo, and hit the road to Monterey with the intent on eventually moving on to New Orleans. To quote Lennon, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.” Keri is here to stay for a while and at some point when I’ve put in a good amount of time with Steven at the studio and Dad’s got the gallery up and running, we’ll take off to wherever life takes us. England?
Keri blows my mind. Seriously. I don’t know any other high school dropouts with TWO art degrees. First woman I’ve ever met who knows her way around a hardware store too. Ha ha.