Sunday, September 28, 2008
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The calm before the storm
Yesterday all my troubles seemed so blah blah blah blah...Yesterday! I took my last chance to enjoy my summer and clear my head before school started: I went to the coast. Left the cell phone off and didn't take much of anything 'cept my overalls, sweater, sock hat, a sandwich, and some other leftovers from the night before. A decent amount of food mind you. After I finished with the EWEB kids I said a earnest prayer for my car and took off west. My first excursion was up a creek (Cummins creek). I took off my shoes and waded up the ice water a ways til i decided to come back. The best part was I couldn't hear anyone, or any motorized thing. And the smell of the forest!!!!!!! Then I hiked back out and went to play on the beach and climb on the rocks. Saw some pretty cool sea creatures and the like. Then made my way up the coast to Yachats where everything was closed at 3 in the afternoon! I just wanted some coffee for crying out loud. Anyhow I went further north to Waldport and got the joe and decided I should drive to Newport, which holds the Oregon Coa$t Aquarium (which i didn't go to) and the Rogue Brewery (which i didn't go to but wish I had the funds to). After I got there, I didn't feel at ease anymore, partly cause of all the cars and buildings and stuff and people. So I went back down the coast and played more in the water. Oh and I saw a crawfish in the creek which was delightful to see swim backwards as fast as all get out. Then i went up to Cape Perpetua and saw the sunset, but not before I saw a WHALE! Ha! A couple who had been coming there for 20 years said that was the first time they had seen a whale. It was pretty far off but you could see its spout. It must have blown the water around 20 feet in the air. Quite the sight.
Then I came back to Eugene and had a beer with friends and then watched the presidential debates til the wee hours of the morning. It's amazing how many times a minutes John McCain can bink! Anyhow, now I have to go play for a funeral. Poor Rosemary died of Dick and Rosemary at church. They used to go hunt mushrooms and sell them at the Saturday market along with flowers and things. But i don't to finish this on a sad note. I got a loooooooooooong distance phone call this morning.
Then I came back to Eugene and had a beer with friends and then watched the presidential debates til the wee hours of the morning. It's amazing how many times a minutes John McCain can bink! Anyhow, now I have to go play for a funeral. Poor Rosemary died of Dick and Rosemary at church. They used to go hunt mushrooms and sell them at the Saturday market along with flowers and things. But i don't to finish this on a sad note. I got a loooooooooooong distance phone call this morning.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Petuña's birthday present
Well, I am proud to say that Petuña and I have been together for a little over a year. To commemorate the occasion I bought her a new seat post and seat. I got these things from CAT (Center for Appropriate Transport). It's a place here in Eugene that you can find used bike parts, very strange bikes to rent of all shapes and sizes, work bays that you can rent by the five minute intervals equipped with tools, and a very spaced out owner who was helpful. Anyhow, my buns are very thankful for this new seat.

Also, this morning when I was riding back from EWEB on my bike a guy that I didn't recognize stopped me and said "Hey! I woke up singing your song in my head." He had been at the open mic that I played a couple of nights ago. Very nice guy, but then he suggested that I sell my songs to Jack Johnson for money. Hmmmm...I don't care a bit about doing that thank you very much. Anyways, Petuña and I went around town today handing out my new album "Bishop Called Me!!" to bars and coffee shops just in case they might like me to come play at their establishmento. We shall see. O yes, and Everett this morning suggested that Old Macdonald have a cheetah on his farm. Not bad.

Also, this morning when I was riding back from EWEB on my bike a guy that I didn't recognize stopped me and said "Hey! I woke up singing your song in my head." He had been at the open mic that I played a couple of nights ago. Very nice guy, but then he suggested that I sell my songs to Jack Johnson for money. Hmmmm...I don't care a bit about doing that thank you very much. Anyways, Petuña and I went around town today handing out my new album "Bishop Called Me!!" to bars and coffee shops just in case they might like me to come play at their establishmento. We shall see. O yes, and Everett this morning suggested that Old Macdonald have a cheetah on his farm. Not bad.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Brek-T!

I am oh so happy to have plenty of time to cook these days. Unfortunately my days are number as school starts in a week. But in the meantime I can still make omelette with corn salsa a stuff like that. Last night I made some Black bean burgers (bbbs) which turned out magnificently, so said my friends. Aha! Neighbor update: The rains have slowly started back which have for the moment seemed to keep them shouters.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Guns, knives, hammers?
These are images that come to mind when I think I my lovely next doors apartment renters. They have been here as long as I have (circa one year). But recently they all have joined together and become an army of hootin' and hollerin', beer drinkin', beer pongin', pot smokin', beer chugin', (bad beer btw), frizbee throwin', californian talkin', flip flop wearin', baggy short sportin', sausage festin' annoying people inc.
Anyhow, those words come to mind because they seem to me like good silencing tools. I've asked them very politely to be quiet because it sounds like they are partyin' in my livin' room. Thankfully it has stopped momentarily. Perhaps they are taking a ralphing break.
But my passive agressive demeanor prevents me from doing any silencin'.
"You can go to the extreme on ANYTHANG. YOU can go to the EXTREME on ANYTHANG. But if you do as the Lord God intended, you needn't not worry." - Vernon, Florida
???Any suggestions as how to deal with the situation???
Anyhow, those words come to mind because they seem to me like good silencing tools. I've asked them very politely to be quiet because it sounds like they are partyin' in my livin' room. Thankfully it has stopped momentarily. Perhaps they are taking a ralphing break.
But my passive agressive demeanor prevents me from doing any silencin'.
"You can go to the extreme on ANYTHANG. YOU can go to the EXTREME on ANYTHANG. But if you do as the Lord God intended, you needn't not worry." - Vernon, Florida
???Any suggestions as how to deal with the situation???
Saturday, September 13, 2008

Petuña's pedals bite hard! But I deserved it...for I tried riding in the dark and with a cup of ice cream in one hand and the other hand on the handlebars. Her pedal's little prongs dug right into my leg. But it left a pretty cool scar. Actually! I know...I was attacked by a cougar while searching for lost treasure! That's much better.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
I was right
I was right. Somethings terrible did happen to me...
I go to the Delta ticket office at the Atlanta airport and they tells me that "sorry" your ticket has been cancelled. No refund, bucko. You have to buy a new ticket. Poopers. $450 = bye bye. There were too many restrictions on the ticket and so if I missed one leg of my flight (BHM to ATL) then the whole thing would be cancelled. O well.
Driving through Salem, lost, I a photographed by a photo enforced traffic signal. I turn right at the red light but don't stop before turning. They slammed me with a $250 ticket that I can watch myself get online. Thanks, Big Brother!
Thinking that I already paid an oldie but a goodie hospital bill, my delinquent account was sent to collections. Yay!!!!!
But! I am a healthy boy and loving the beginnings of fall time. These things weren't so terrible after all. And hey, I made the mistakes. Gots to pay the piper.
I go to the Delta ticket office at the Atlanta airport and they tells me that "sorry" your ticket has been cancelled. No refund, bucko. You have to buy a new ticket. Poopers. $450 = bye bye. There were too many restrictions on the ticket and so if I missed one leg of my flight (BHM to ATL) then the whole thing would be cancelled. O well.
Driving through Salem, lost, I a photographed by a photo enforced traffic signal. I turn right at the red light but don't stop before turning. They slammed me with a $250 ticket that I can watch myself get online. Thanks, Big Brother!
Thinking that I already paid an oldie but a goodie hospital bill, my delinquent account was sent to collections. Yay!!!!!
But! I am a healthy boy and loving the beginnings of fall time. These things weren't so terrible after all. And hey, I made the mistakes. Gots to pay the piper.
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