Tuesday October 19 2010

DREAM: Been put in jail with two friends (they were accomplices). The jail is a kids playground. One of the guys who’s been there for quite some time is explaining the kind of thoughts and things you do here at the playground jail. “You sit under this [the centerpiece] in the sand with the sunlight shining on your face.” I demand we find a way out of here. So when the timing is right we escape—running down the street through a neighborhood. We see two cop cars moseying inside a fenced in field nearby. I realize we have on white jail uniforms. But instead of the orange color or black and white stripes, the design off a cop car is painted onto our one-piece. We wait until the cop cars drive off and creep down an alley where two guys approach us in a hostile way. One of them looks like Iggy Pop. “Let’s just hang out,” I tell them. And we start walking and I explain our story.

5:30 p.m. out of bed.

Breakfast: Toasted English Muffin with Butter and Blackberry Jam. Hot Mint Tea.

Installing the chicken wire around the porch.

Felix and Jesse Phipps wanted to use the unit tonight just to jam. I join them on the bass—Jesse singing and playing guitar—Felix on drums. Jesse hands me his business card—he’s a realtor now. Joking about making a “Where Are They Now” documentary on a local band that breaks up and becomes more successful in their individual endeavors than the band ever did. We had to cut the jam short because Jesse is worried about his baby. It’s weird seeing your friends grow up around you and start families.

Lunch: Grilled Cheese with Tomato. Salt N Vinegar Chips. Honey Oolong Tea.

Starting Below [2002].

Kenneth walks into the room. He informs me Joni died. She was our landlord who lived next door. Its kind of shocking news to hear—she was 74 years old. I know it’s probably really hard on him, being his mother and all, and the difficult situation with the rest of his family.

Talking with my mom on the phone for a bit—telling me about some of her interesting experiences with people on the street near the church she’s helping fix up.

Building a fire pit in the backyard.

Dinner: Pad Thai with Mixed Vegetables. Chocolate Milk.

The Russians want cookies tonight, every night, all the time.

Playing poker with Roma and Art. Roma wins the $6 pot.

Eating Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies.

Working on Ableton.

Stretching and exercising.

Watching Below.

Eating Kiwi and Papaya.

While I’m cleaning up and consolidating files on my laptop, I find myself flipping through old family photos. Time travel is possible in the mind.

I decide to go for a run around the neighborhood—ipod attached, listening…Geographer, The Black Keys, A-Trak…breathing the nice cool air…the rhythm of the music leading the bounce of my pace…thinking about life…feeling a sense of control the further I run. I need to do this more often.

More Chocolate Milk.

Sleep around 8:15 a.m.