thirsty two.
nonsequentials from newt:
32 is 2 to the power of 5. It's the first integer power of 2 you've been for 16 years and the last one you'll be for 32 years. You've been a prime number for the last year. You'll not be another one of those for another 5 years. So, the power of 2 that you'll be is the same as the number of years you'll need to wait to be a prime number again i.e. 5. Just wanted to make sure those facts did not go unnoticed.

bolinas was gorgeous and a wonderful getaway. 32 thus far is much like 31, but with a few more sore muscles (combination of kayaking with sea lions and dees :-} and my white belt test -- which involved multiple sit-ups, push-ups, and jumping jacks. phew).

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:: Wednesday, March 20, 2002 ::

solistice solace
this is satchmo's estimated date of birth (well, today or tomorrow, depending). spring sprung birth life death. sigh.

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:: Wednesday, March 13, 2002 ::

kehoe > zoloft
catching some of the film fest, trying not to catch anything else with it. so far (too tired to link, sorry) -- a series of queer shorts was good (some excellent, some mediocre), and the narrative shorts (ang lee! justin lin!...) were quite good. not as good as more current stuff by these same directors, but still good. makes me want to make movies.

life's been busy -- danced the night away at backstreet, watched ramon and linda turn a year older (each), and had high tea with aforementioned aging coworker (and dees, of course). still a bit blue lately. not sure why. turning a year older myself soonish, and a bit pensive. things seem a little hard of late. trying to just get through this and figure out what next whenever it's up.

mainly, i just try and enjoy my sweet pup. she's quite the little sprout -- growing all the time -- and like miz sexton sez, kehoe looks just like a cartoon dog. oh, and the astro bracelets from tina help (i've got three -- two next to satchmo's ashes, and one to wear. yes, i rotate them).

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:: Thursday, March 07, 2002 ::

such inordinate passion
thanks to jill, yet again, for the fabulous link to the salon article the existence of dog.
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marching on
march already... and the naata film fest is here -- which means (besides excellent films) cold season. this year I'm playing it slow and just checking out one set of shorts. of course, if the justin lin (opening night gala) film gets some additional play, I'll try and catch that as well.
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kehoe
is growing like a weed. a furry sweetfaced weed. she's figured out that rolling over will score treats with the chicks (and often with the guys as well), so she spends her days zeroing in on shelter visitors who venture near the treat jar. if they seem likely to have a treat, she starts with sit, and goes through her repetoire of tricks (sit-down-rollover-sit-down-rollover!). it's a showstopper (or meetingstopper, as the case may be).

we had an odd day of strange interactions -- one guy even pulled a switchblade out in response to her barking (looks like she was right, the guy was a threat!). then there was the rollerblading kid, the skater kid, the various loud folks on the street, and me shopping at endless san-x vendors.

all in a good day of dog socialization. she's wiped out and snoring next to dees on the bed (they're both snoring, actually).
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mabel
and, well, can't leave her out -- mabel joined us for a weekend excursion to kehoe beach -- keep an eye out for photos (far behind on photos, so expect them up in about a year). sweet mabel seems to have sunburnt her nose, and worn her pads a little thin. still, the sight of mabel bounding through the water was not to be missed. watching her, I came to understand that flight is indeed possible.

i spent the day sleeping, eating and painting. out of the four of us, i ate more than everyone combined. hah. more summer weather, pleeez!

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