Actual Good News

My Eichhorn has arrived. Thanks Stephen.

The Good News

Kevin Eubanks leaving Leno to allow more time to tour and record.

Cabin in New York

This article in the New York Times reminded me of many things. One is that my pal Chris and I used to talk about building a cabin in an otherwise cabinless neighborhood in Sacramento. I still think about that. Yesterday I was running through a housing development with gigantic houses and I noticed a lot for sale. My first thought was to build a humble, rustic cabin on the lot. My second thought was that I couldn't afford it.
And I was reminded of a guy named Bill who used to have a cabin next to my family cabin until his cabin was swept away in an avalanche. Bill lives in Manhattan and claims that his apartment looks exactly like a cabin in the woods. Incidentally, Bill looks exactly (sort of) like an old Iggy Pop (I know, Iggy Pop is an old Iggy Pop).
Thirdly, the part about the sack of potatoes reminded me of the summer I spent at the cabin and ate potatoes. I ate Potatoes for every meal for weeks, maybe years. In the end, I spent a night throwing up potatoes.

Young Adult Genre

Working on a young adult novel(a) with photos and words. Above are the actors playing the protagonists.

Found

Diego and I found this skull on our walk today.

Package

Today I got a package in the mail from an old friend variously known as Chuck, Chuckie V, Carlos V, and Funny Bone.

Cds?

Kraftwerk's Tour De France cd and a Devo CD.

And 10 more Devo CDs, A Mark Mothersbaugh CD (Muzik for Insomniacs) and a couple of Devo tribute cds.

Not to mention a can of tuna, a toothbrush, some almonds, some Carlos V candy bars ("milk chocolate style"), a bike multi-tool, a cycling jersy, a camp towel, an Auduban field guide to North American Birds, Into the Wild by John Krakauer, Lynne Truss' Eats, Shoots and Leaves and a book about reading weather patterns.

This isn't the first time Chuck has given me his stuff. In the 80s he gave the first (and probably only) issue of the Club Devo newsletter, The Brainwasher. I still have it. He did not give me the Yellow Suit which was fine because the letters, D, E, V and O wore off.
Although it is super fun to get a package in the mail and even funner when it is full of Devo Cds, there is also a bitter-sweet quality to this gift. It is like saying goodbye to part of our childhood. The Devo part. We used to write Devo all over our high school: on walls, clocks, lockers, girls. We never really got close enough to girls to write on them. Chuck, I suppose, is lightening his load, getting rid of worldly possessions. That is cool. Everyone admired Ghandi and he hardly owned anything. I imagine small part of Chuck did not want to get rid of all this stuff. But a bigger part of him did. (I will not specify parts). How should I feel for wanting this stuff? Is there a message? Should I re-evaluate my life? Should I give away a bunch of stuff? I was thinking I might weigh the contents of the box and give away an equal amount. Maybe I'll send it to Chuck.

If this sounds ungrateful, it aint. I love Chuck and love that he thought of me when he decided to give stuff away. Thanks Chuck. Any spare bikes?

The Visitors

Stephen

Stephen and Luke

Visitors

Brainstorming

Wet brainstorming

Hot, wet brainstorming

Visitors

I've got visitors from out of town coming tonight. I've made these makeshift beds with borrowed foam-rubber pads from T and J. When I texted that I was coming over to borrow pads, T, or J said "that would be no problem. We also have tampons." Understandable mistake. I guess.

Each guest is provided with a small selection of reading material (On the Origin of Species, The Complete Bicycle, a biography of John James Audubon, and some sailing books) art, and a small mammal of his choice.

In this photo the small mammal is trying to dig a hole through the bed.

Visitors just called. Plane delayed.