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Three hours after landing from Seoul I was en route to the Mission district with Chris for a Mission-style carnitas burrito. The Kim Chi in my system and the Mission Burrito passing down my gullet did vicious battle. But I was soothed by the enthusiastic cooing and waving of Chris and Jen's tiny child - Clementine.
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Thursday, 23 October -<link>
filthy, cluttered
I haven't showered since Korea. Two days ago? I would shower, but I'm busy. Working - cranking, making webthings. It feels good! Even better since I found Room Full of Mirrors online (saved me having to rip it from LP), now playing on repeat. Now if I could just stop scratching my head - a phantom itch is turning into something irritated; I haven't cut my nails since Tokyo.
That and I managed to go to Aikido again. A morning session, in the middle of my work day. I woke up at 3am, put on my aikido robes and sat there for five hours until class started. Still haven't changed clothes. So work indicators are favorable; personal hygeine is in the early conceptual stages. I did scrub the kitchen down today though; that's cleaner than I am.
All this comes up in part because I have a houseguest. Actually two. I knew I'd be gone for about three months this fall, so I needed someone to roost in my home machines. Writer Austin is staying here, between apartments. With his cat, and all of his possessions. He wrote me email a few days before I came back:
Just to warn you, there's a slight problem with my stuff. Basically I had more stuff than I anticipated, and it's kinda filling up your house. ... it currently looks like one of those hyperspace accidents where one space ship appears inside another, and everyone dies.I tend to give a lot of slack to people who make me laugh; most people make me laugh. Austin makes me laugh. And he makes me want to clean the kitchen - about the only room in this hobbit-warren house where half-empty suitcases and boxes filled with papers aren't overtaking human seating and resting places. Posted by Justin at October 23, 2003 02:47 PM | TrackBack
HAHAHAHA! Really great note. Sincerely, I could cut slack for anyone who writes a note like that. I'd cut slack for 48 hours, maybe a few hours more. He sounds phun!
Posted by: Howard on October 23, 2003 02:58 PMDude -- shower! It's good for you! Or is this some manifestation of grief and denial, or penance? Even so -- shower! It's good for you!
Return to her.
Your heart remembers.
Your pride surrenders.
Your freedom is an illusory price.
Posted by: kalida on October 23, 2003 06:26 PMGreat image of a wayward Aikido warrior waiting in the dark hours of the morning, impassive like a force of nature.
Man, you should be a superhero.
Posted by: mfb on October 23, 2003 06:47 PMWayward smelly Aikido warrior...
Posted by: Bob on October 23, 2003 06:51 PMAnyone who knows a good apartment to rent in the Berkeley area, can rescue Justin from me and my many boxes. And, um, my cat.
Posted by: Austin on October 23, 2003 08:25 PMberkeley? apartment? uh, unless you're wealthy, get ready to become a festering sore on the life of justin as you take root.
Posted by: jon on October 23, 2003 10:21 PMUPHILL
Does the road wind uphill all the way?
Yes, to the very end.
Will the day's journey take the whole long day?
From morn to night, my friend.
But is there for the night a resting place?
A roof for when the slow dark hours begin.
May not the darkness hide it from my face?
You cannot miss that inn.
Shall I meet other wayfarers at night?
Those who have gone before.
Then must I knock, or call when just in sight?
They will not keep you standing at that door.
Shall I find comfort, travel-sore and weak?
Of labour you shall find the sum.
Will there be beds for me and all who seek?
Yea, beds for all who come.
-- Christina Rossetti, 1861
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