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friday night was the loss of hanna. however there was a gathering at the lava lounge that spanned all the ages of speakeasy. from cafe, to 2nd ave, 3rd, western et, al. it was an excellent night. such has rarely been seen in a good time. also i'd forgotten how many pitchers i can pick up so cheaply there. fuck, i'd been planning on starting to hit up shorties again, simply because i miss bell town. i'll have to. i don't have to live THERE to fucking enjoy being there. the crocodile is being revamped. i'm not sure who'll reopen it, but it's good to see that the place isn't being torn down. it's like an ex going to teh gym. you drool inspite of yourself, and promise them blowjobs if the opportunity presents.
chris went to the leather shoppe with out me. damnit, he left all his leather here too, and i've FUCKING gone and broke the shit out of my cell phone. i've got my eye on the sonim xp1 (or xp3 if it works in the states) and will make my leather calf-case that i've been designing in my head for it as soon as i can afford it.
lish and i finally hit pike place market for crepes. ok. 10 fucking bucks for a crepe and it was totally worth it. it was like an omlette without all the fat and extra zesty goodness because all the flavors didn't have to deal with spreading through the egg-bath to bring it up to speed. i was reminded of when i stopped putting meat in my red sauces. just a waste of time. we cruized the market, i resolved to research spanish olive oil [though i'm still looking for that elusive northern moutnain italian that is reputed to be fine], we found the man with the crazy candle-braiding plan from folklife, and a sunset that was pure rose souls merging with blue-black moutnains merging with peach-fire of the mist before the lighter spritely blue-black fo the forehills and the silvery water's edge and the deep-light blue of the sound. the sun burned it's last few moments behind the crest of the west seattle arm, that point just about where it plunges down to the sea. then we hit army-navy surplus for xtremly cheap blackfingerless woll gloves. then we swung through belltown and stopped back up on the hill for emerald city smoothies [my jamba juice card is fucking collecting dust], and returned to the cap hill abode.
i finally compiled a list of use-flags that i can use for my system. i'm going to have to cat it out to a file and save it in case the system is unstable, still have to do my re-exorcism of useless fragments from make.conf.example and kernel recompilation. *sigh* at least debian is running for me while i flog myself repeatedly on the altar of my chosen distro.
my backpack is packed. i must sleep...
chris went to the leather shoppe with out me. damnit, he left all his leather here too, and i've FUCKING gone and broke the shit out of my cell phone. i've got my eye on the sonim xp1 (or xp3 if it works in the states) and will make my leather calf-case that i've been designing in my head for it as soon as i can afford it.
lish and i finally hit pike place market for crepes. ok. 10 fucking bucks for a crepe and it was totally worth it. it was like an omlette without all the fat and extra zesty goodness because all the flavors didn't have to deal with spreading through the egg-bath to bring it up to speed. i was reminded of when i stopped putting meat in my red sauces. just a waste of time. we cruized the market, i resolved to research spanish olive oil [though i'm still looking for that elusive northern moutnain italian that is reputed to be fine], we found the man with the crazy candle-braiding plan from folklife, and a sunset that was pure rose souls merging with blue-black moutnains merging with peach-fire of the mist before the lighter spritely blue-black fo the forehills and the silvery water's edge and the deep-light blue of the sound. the sun burned it's last few moments behind the crest of the west seattle arm, that point just about where it plunges down to the sea. then we hit army-navy surplus for xtremly cheap blackfingerless woll gloves. then we swung through belltown and stopped back up on the hill for emerald city smoothies [my jamba juice card is fucking collecting dust], and returned to the cap hill abode.
i finally compiled a list of use-flags that i can use for my system. i'm going to have to cat it out to a file and save it in case the system is unstable, still have to do my re-exorcism of useless fragments from make.conf.example and kernel recompilation. *sigh* at least debian is running for me while i flog myself repeatedly on the altar of my chosen distro.
my backpack is packed. i must sleep...