Crossfire
F5.26.06
Bad night's sleep. Heart burn from garlicking chicken. Never happend before. Up a few times with baking soda then resorted to pinkie Pepto Bismo. Occurred to me that maybe it was my heart yet my exercise program of late, missed a couple days, I recall all seems to work well. In my dream an odd reference to the Trobiand Islands, a place that I studied about in undergraduate anthropology classes. In dream logic, the indigestion and academic reference seemed consistent.
Must report that my day on the street was awful per generating revenue. Folks nice enough with first international tour covering the gamut from Shanghai, Australia, Brazil, Berlin, Pakis from D.C.. and a lady from Lima Peru. Mr. Peace corps tried to integrate them best I could and showed them a great time yet they exited slipping me six bucks. Go figure. Nice day. Good chemistry. Saw all the sites. Shot couple pix. Kinda disheartening if this market segment predicts things to come for summer versus the Star money from last year. My head is over analytical. Go Rocky. Go Rambo.
Glad I made some dough. Biding my time 'till the first when season begins. But I must recognize this a merely stop gap situation, not a genuine, predictable revenue stream. It's start-stop. Good days. Bad days. No days. Fishing. Enough already. Use this spare time I have bought wisely with the long weekend ahead. I refleted with Executive Dave my recollections of yesteryear and the long weekend outing with young Joseph and Lisa Klaus on a group camping expedition to San Luis Obisbo, Casa D'Oro. What a pleasure: the fun of my first long weekend, working at an ad agency, feeling like I had my stuff together. Simpler life. Knew this cute couple from Brentwood Presbyterian Church. A great cast of characters back then. We were united by our special fellowship also held at BPC. Joseph in time went his own way. He and Lisa had two girls then Joseph really went off the reservation and their coupling ended and guess they scattered to the winds. The BPC core at one time was Pastor Chuck Shields and Associate Bill Barnes. Like Batman and Robin, a dynamic duo. Their presence always meant a lot to me providing comfort that they were just "there." Shored up the community's institution. Nothing is forever. Nor last forever. People come and go. Change always underway.
Friday. Gloomy overcast. I feel gloomy now best get my buns in gear.
F 5.26.06
Mission failure on EDD front. Do not pass go. Do not collect $2000.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fix bayonets. Gave DKNY the drill. A new front opened. Be nice. Write it down. Move on.
Fear. 23 June. New deadline.
Bad night's sleep. Heart burn from garlicking chicken. Never happend before. Up a few times with baking soda then resorted to pinkie Pepto Bismo. Occurred to me that maybe it was my heart yet my exercise program of late, missed a couple days, I recall all seems to work well. In my dream an odd reference to the Trobiand Islands, a place that I studied about in undergraduate anthropology classes. In dream logic, the indigestion and academic reference seemed consistent.
Must report that my day on the street was awful per generating revenue. Folks nice enough with first international tour covering the gamut from Shanghai, Australia, Brazil, Berlin, Pakis from D.C.. and a lady from Lima Peru. Mr. Peace corps tried to integrate them best I could and showed them a great time yet they exited slipping me six bucks. Go figure. Nice day. Good chemistry. Saw all the sites. Shot couple pix. Kinda disheartening if this market segment predicts things to come for summer versus the Star money from last year. My head is over analytical. Go Rocky. Go Rambo.
Glad I made some dough. Biding my time 'till the first when season begins. But I must recognize this a merely stop gap situation, not a genuine, predictable revenue stream. It's start-stop. Good days. Bad days. No days. Fishing. Enough already. Use this spare time I have bought wisely with the long weekend ahead. I refleted with Executive Dave my recollections of yesteryear and the long weekend outing with young Joseph and Lisa Klaus on a group camping expedition to San Luis Obisbo, Casa D'Oro. What a pleasure: the fun of my first long weekend, working at an ad agency, feeling like I had my stuff together. Simpler life. Knew this cute couple from Brentwood Presbyterian Church. A great cast of characters back then. We were united by our special fellowship also held at BPC. Joseph in time went his own way. He and Lisa had two girls then Joseph really went off the reservation and their coupling ended and guess they scattered to the winds. The BPC core at one time was Pastor Chuck Shields and Associate Bill Barnes. Like Batman and Robin, a dynamic duo. Their presence always meant a lot to me providing comfort that they were just "there." Shored up the community's institution. Nothing is forever. Nor last forever. People come and go. Change always underway.
Friday. Gloomy overcast. I feel gloomy now best get my buns in gear.
F 5.26.06
Mission failure on EDD front. Do not pass go. Do not collect $2000.
Fuck fuck fuck.
Fix bayonets. Gave DKNY the drill. A new front opened. Be nice. Write it down. Move on.
Fear. 23 June. New deadline.