tomorrow becomes never.

quality not quantity.

ancora imparo.

this too shall pass.

please send good thoughts, love, housing Wa and related radiations towards our good friend, founding member of the Colorado Lost Fleet, and pillar of the FoCo Killer Bees:

miss tia saavedra dell, who is having quite an adventure, to say the least, down in Chillán, Chile, right now.

we are worried.

bubble visor, MF’er. Do You Read It?

you should.

i’m also liking Nostalgia on Wheels.

… of course.

HAH!

Bicycleman wins. From what I understand a lady in Wenzhou, China had her purse snatched by a couple of thugs on a scooter, she screams. Just seconds later security cameras catch a bicycling bystander calmly dismounting his bicycle and then forcefully hurling it at the criminals sending them sliding down the pavement. The moral of this story, “Only use your scooter powers for GOOD!”.

via.

i’ve been quiet lately because i’m in one of those places in life when there doesn’t seem much to say.

it’s not that there isn’t anything going *on*. it’s just that nothing seems adequate to say about the things i’m doing. i suppose it’s less apathy than a conviction that pictures say more than i can, just now. i do my thing: work (there’s quite a lot of it), make things, play my game, devise things, hang out places, do things with #himself. what else can one say about one’s life that isn’t tedious, or precious, or attention-whorish?

i’m in one of those places where everything superficial seems nauseatingly vapid. and that happens to me sometimes.

it’s a foggy day in Denver. real, eyebleaching, chalky fog. in fact, it’s been quite an Oregonian week. weather conducive to mystery, perhaps even mayhem. good weather to get one in the halloween spirit, certainly.

we have been going to Twin Peaks nights, Wednesdays at the White Owl. this is *definitely* the weather for that. see flickrish bits at right if you want to see what i look like dressed up as Julee Cruise.

tonight i’m doing Dead Teresa Banks. wrapped in plastic. so that’ll be fun.

this week is packed. thursday i’m going to try to get down to the Tesla meetup (i miss carol, and I think i’ve only met three or so of those kids). and i have a friday thing. and a saturday thing.

of busylife there’s little to be said, until it ends.