Goodbye Curve, Hello Bold

The return of my mobile posting via Research In Motion. No more cryptic short 160 character max SMS posts. (though I was enjoying a brief foray into the haiku again)

I'm in San Francisco with Cardwell, LiL Joe & Joey. My first road trip to The City in the car with Cardwell. I think he tolerated it quite well as it was only slightly longer than our trips to Las Vegas. We are staying with Phil. (As I wrote that last line I suddenly had a parental moment about making sure "thank you" notes get completed.)

As I continue to learn the complexities and variables of different people in altered states, I feel frustration to lust to joy to numb. I must remember that frustration stems from expectations. (Mine) But expecting nothing...I'm not sure I do that well. (Or want to)

Folsom Street Fair in a few hours. The prude comes full circle and what will the day hold for us all?
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Run by Snow Patrol covered by Leona Lewis

Snow Patrol's original version is still my favorite.  There's a real experience transferred from Gary Lightbody's voice that is both somber and sweet.  It makes me pause each time I play it.  Leona did a nice cover and she made a playlist, but the words below are really the only reason to be in my journal.

RUN...

I'll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You've been the only thing that's right
In all I've done

And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we'll make it anywhere
Away from here

Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I'll be right beside you dear
Louder, Louder
And we'll run for our lives
I can hardly I understand
Why you can't raise your voice to say...

To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do

Light up, light up
as if you have a choice
even if you cannot hear my voice
i'll be right beside you dear
louder, louder
and we'll run for our lives
i can hardly speak I understand
why you can't raise your voice to say...

slower, slower
we don't have time for that
all i want is to find an easier way
to get out of our little heads

have heart, my dear
we're bound to be afraid
even if it's just for a few days
making up for all this mess

A Cough, An Echo

I've spent a large part of yesterday (Tuesday) sleeping and installing over 50 windows updates on the computer at my brother's house.  (Still on IE7.x...  egad)  A lot of the time has been due to the VZW dial in connection on what they consider to be broadband and I still laugh at it six years after working at the place.

I've had two days of my niece.  She's....well....she's all the things you would say of a baby if it was in your family.  The really funny part about all this attention we give to infants and toddlers is that they won't have any real memories of it.  They're brains just aren't formed enough to store long term memory yet.  It is still amazing to me watching motor and mouth skills develop; watching a personality begin to blueprint.  :-)

This is the first time I have had an entry on here longer than a few sentences because I've been text posting from my lame phone without the regular life buddy of a computer or "smart" phone.  The keys are rather loud with my fast typing in this house.  2:15am and all is silent but me and the fish tank.  I think it's a little louder.

It looks like plans have been set in motion to attend the Folsom Street Fair in San Francisco next week.  I have been only once before in my life and I was 19 or 20 years old at the time.  I was living in Sacramento and my roommate, "Ducky" Vu Vu....haha---i hadn't thought of the nicknames in a while---and I went.  Back then I was disgusted and uncomfortable being there.  Last night in chat, I was telling Wes that I will probably find little that will even bat an eye.  Oh how time changes us. 

And oh how time changes others... health issues seem to be at the center of many people close to me.  I get annoyed by hearing about them all the time because there is nothing I can do.  Listen is what I can do.  But listening and compassion has a limit I think.  Eh...  we'll see when the tables are turned.

I have seen my niece for the second time and she is more beautiful than ever. So many smiles from her.

Bobby's Becka had four puppies. The Smith/Waters show was standing room only & I shared that with the best of friends. I am beginning to connect again.

Passing by Sunset & Parkman on the 704. Hearing the bus announcement brings back so many memories.

The second time this year like this. Without a partner or like-minded brainwaves, I feel the need to control outward appearances which takes energy. Breathe.

Haiku: September begins / Sliding into Holidays / Ending in New Years