the graveyard shift employees at kinkos really hate it when you spend your four hours in there making gigantic paperclip chains.
meanwhile, back on the ranch, it's time to stop being such an uncommunicative jerk. this weekend is the a cafe and spring break 2005: fuck yeah is rapidly looming up out of the shadows. as i write a pair of trains are singing their lonesome coyote siren songs two and a half blocks from my house. earlier today evan was stopped in his tracks by a train stopped in its tracks. after taunting him with a variety of gondolas and open boxcars, it revealed a string of full lumber cars; every wrapped bundle of wood emblazoned with the name 'riley'.
thursday the grand jury convenes and ryan lewis has his bail hearing [ supposedly]. looks like a full day down at the old federal courthouse.
friday i'm picking up josh harper from the airport. he turned down the offer of a motorcycle ride.
p.s. the ara workshop has been replaced with a zapatista speaker, cool hand uke has been added and a santa cruz jugband will also be making a possible appearance.