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I don’t have a clever title today.

Just some song lyrics. I don’t even know if they’re right, because I had to type them out myself. (Song lyrics that *aren’t* on the internet. A rarity.)

“I’m not here for your confession
we’ve said all there is to say.
This house was made of tinder,
and we both set off the flames.
I went wild in the wreckage –
You were wandering off into the smoke.
There shouldn’t be a chance we could recover,
I shouldn’t be holding you so close.

But I still see you as you are,
before the tears, beneath the scars.
Kisses sweet and words so rough –
You will always have my love.

I have no interest in perfection,
just want some honesty.
Our little indiscretions are just spittle in the sea.
Why’d we think that we were different,
when everybody knows it’s nothing new.
So someone might’ve spent the night beside you-
He can’t love you like I do.

I still see you as you are,
before the tears, beneath the scars.
Kisses sweet and words so rough –
You will always have my love.

I can see you in my mind,
half a smile, and hungry eyes.
It may never be enough,
but you will always have my love.”

For those of you who aren’t satisfied with words typed on a digital page, here is a YouTube link:

My experience with this song was a bit more magical – dark room, Glen on stage, resonant, with nothing but a guitar, several spotlights, and surrounding shadows. Unfortunately, the full experience of this song is not going to be available for a while, owing to a terrible accident – I wanted to cry when I read about this… speedy recovery, Mr. Phillips.

A nice reminder.

Weston & I decided to get away for the weekend. We wanted to go to Ojai, CA. He used to live there, and I wanted to visit… so we thought we’d hop in the car around 4:30 after work, stop somewhere and pick up food & gas, and be at the Best Western Casa Ojai by midnight, no problem. Wrong. We started our trip late, because neither of us left work on time. We weren’t able to get away until almost 6:00, so we were feeling antsy and wanted to get on the road FAST. We decided to stop in Stockton and pick up the food and gas, and we settled on RedBrick pizza (VERY tasty thai chicken pizza), picked up the pizzas to go, and got back on the road. (The clever observer will notice a small – but important – detail at this point.) We had some nice conversations, ate our delicious pizza, and were cruising merrily along on southbound I-5 (if you would like to see approximately where, just type “panoche junction” into teh googlemaps) when the car did something funny.

“The car is doing something funny,” I said.
“Funny-ha-ha?” asked Weston.

The needle on the speedometer was going down, down, down, and I was pushing on the gas pedal, trying to get it to go back up when Weston made an observation. “Um… We’re out of gas.”


It was a small mistake. One minor oversight. But it took us 3 hours to correct it. See, in order to call for roadside assistance, you have to know where you are. We didn’t have any idea. A nice trucker stopped by and tried to help us while we were walking to find a mile marker. I couldn’t understand him very well, but Weston figured out what he was trying to tell us. We went back to the car and called for help.

At 4:30 a.m., we pulled in to the Best Western, which was as welcome a sight as I’ve ever, ever seen. The hotel is lovely. Everything was ready for us. We slept, and now we’re off to wander Ojai. We’re going to visit the ice cream shop – I’ve heard Julia Ormond gets her ice cream there. But today, I will be paying attention to the small things. Sometimes they’re important.

Weekend Wandering: Double Feature.

I’ve done a couple of great day hikes in the past few weekends.  Mount Diablo near Walnut Creek, and Bassi Falls up off Highway 50 past Pollock Pines.

Round One:  Mount Diablo.  Connor did so well on the hike.  We hiked about two miles, roundtrip, with a nearly 1000-foot vertical gain.  It was a beautiful day – blue sky and breezy.  Lots of people driving around in their convertibles.  At the trailhead, we saw this little guy getting a drink out of the faucet.  Didn’t even flinch when we walked up to take a picture.  Animals that aren’t scared of people = slightly creepy.  (Still cute though.)

When we got to the top, we could see the whole valley. A little hazy – but still pretty cool.

Round Two: Bassi Falls. WHAT a FUN trip. Oh wow – we had a great time. We went with some friends, and Connor got to hike with the boys. He LOVED it.

It’s an amazing place. The water comes crashing out of the mountain, onto some enormous boulders, then filters down in streams and rivulets over a wide swath of flat granite and trees.

Origin of the falls:

View from the other direction:

Connor brought his Pokemon toys – and played in the little streams while the bigger kids climbed up to the top. Then the boys made little boats out of duct tape and pulled them along with strings in the water. It was great – almost like we borrowed some older brothers for him. Sometimes I feel like he’s missing out, not having siblings… but not this weekend. Nope. This weekend, he wasn’t missing anything at all.

Once you go mac…

“It’s so… black!” said Ford Prefect.  “You can hardly make out its shape… light just seems to fall into it”

Zaphod said nothing.  He had simply fallen in love.


Meet my new computer.  I think I’m in love too.

Date Night.


Last night I took W to This American Life, the live broadcast.  We had a less-than-fabulous-but-not-terrible burrito at Costa Vida, (where I got a caffeine-free diet Coke – W says they’re a company based in Utah).  I got the tickets last week, and I was going to surprise him, except Monday he somehow managed to figure it out, while he was in southern California.

Even though it didn’t end up being a surprise, the show was wonderful.  Funny, real, interesting (just like the radio show)… and we both agree that Ira Glass is cute.  I got too little sleep last night, and I shouldn’t even be writing this right now (I need to get Connor off to school and get myself to work)…  except that I’ve had all these ideas for blog posts, and I have written precisely zero of them in the past few weeks.  This bugs me.   So I write.