Wed 1:00 am 4/6/2005

Got up this morning, walked in the kitchen, had half a melon and an egg. And oh what a feeling when I swerved down curvy fucking roads, on into Stanford, and taught...

Sorry John Prine...

Last night, left late, wandered down, talked with Marisa...Jean Yoder is not doing well, sucks.

Tom layed off...may, or may not, suck.

Spent night with Mike Liebhold. worked on tack. Ate enchiladas and drank tequilla, set up his wireless, he talked...

Went to bed. Worked an hour plus on talk. Don said 'I bet you went to bed about 2:00 o'clcok and didn't sleep well."

uh...2:20. And I slept for a long time, then I woke up and tossed and turned for a long time, finally decided maybe I had to pee, got up and peed and got back into bed. At 2:40.

Up before seven, more time on talk. Down the road following mike. Went very close to Buck's. ('Children love Buck's).

Wandered stanford...trying to figure out parking for > 2 hours. Finally did.

Got into SUDAC room on tails of a student. Worked on talk with Headphones on, Amy came in, surprised I was a) already there and b) had got into room. (student having left).

I got talk straighted sort of...Don arrived. Mom to.

I gave talk. It was pretty great. Really. Then dined with Mom at cafe in Alumni bldg.

Then saw her to be new place on campus. Then went to Institute for the Future-on University, right past train tracks. Then to cofee nad cake with Mike.

Then To Tom. Listened to KPFA...Can't remember the name, Tom remembers, heard Not Berkeley enough or some such...a girl, and her friend who fate had already doomed.

Tom and I talked about it, I said I'd heard this slam, and he said did they play xxx...name unremembered. And he choked up...it moved him.

And Tom taught me to pick locks. And his instruction was good, and the tools he had made were great, and I was pretty good at it tonight. it was fun. A lot of fun.

Turns out Congealed mayonoise isn't a good material for structural support.

Who would have thunk it?

I heard the message on Tom's machine from Tom Waits...Tom got to record with Waits.

Tom took his locks and picks, and between songs messed with them. Tom Waits said "Picking locks is the new knitting."

I just wrote an oreillynet blog on it.

When I pulled up at home there were two crappy old bikes in the driveway. I was confused. I was nearly hallucinating with exhaustion, not much sleep last night, keyed up on adrenelin, learned to pick locks, great dinner at tom's - basmati rice with curry or something, tilipia, greens, a beer and a half. And crappy bikes.

Then I thought hmmm.... And I noticed my bicycle sculpture and I thought hmmm. Maybe Patrick Amiot (our cool junk art artist) saw my sculpture, in which a bicycle has been cut apart and welded back together in an irregular fashion, and brought me bikes to play with!

I was excited. I looked at the bikes and started seeing where I would cut.

If I hadn't been exhausted, and it wasn't one in the AM I might have started cutting.

That would have been a mistake. Molly was up. She told me two people were in her room. I asked if she was having sex with them both. She hit me.

Apparantly the bikes belonged to Michael Parati (sp) and a friend...

Oh well.