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2 The only reason I didn't is that it would have clashed with my shorts.
3 Anybody lookin'?
4 California. I swear.
5 It amuses me that the second it drizzles around here people bundle up like Sherpas in a Manhattan blizzard.
6 I base most of what I wear on my neighbor Jim, who lives across the street.
7 He's still wearing sandals, so I know it's probably going to be reasonably nice today.
8 In my book it isn't Winter until Jim changes to Adidas.
9 Jim serves as my barometer not only to the day's forecast, but also to what season it is.
10 He acknowledges only two seasons, and names them after old water faucets: hot or cold.
11 Guy's good. Helene is the source for the Jim conspiracy, but I think it rides nicely. If you follow it, you will never need to wonder about the weather again.
12 You could probably fire all the weather guys on teevee and simply put up an updated picture of Jim every few hours.
13 I always think people from San Jose bundle up WAY too much this time of the year.
14 On the other hand, I tend to come home and put on Bermuda shorts each day.
15 Typical white guy.
16 I always laugh on the way to work when it is a sloshy cold morning and I see white guys skateboarding to school in pocket tees and shorts.
17 I don't know. Is that a white thing?
18 WHUH oh.
19 I'll leave race out of it.
20 Maybe it isn't a white thing. Maybe it's just a Cali thing.
21 Yeah.
22 With Jim it doesn't matter. You KNOW what the weather will do based on his shoes. The guy is dependable as a cuckoo clock.
23 Moving On, Part One: I found KYA.com the other night, forgot that I had put it as a fave.
24 I love old stuff in general, but I really love old music. I am a fan of music from as far back as ancient Messopotatoes.
25 Anybody lookin'?
26 KYA is an oldies' station that goes way back, but not to the dawn of civilization, although a lot of people would tell you that it does.
27 Nice background music for a little ice cream and coffee.
28 Sans bombs.
29 While writing this folderol last night I heard around six great songs and NEEDED a guitar.
30 That happens, you know.
31 I had thought about dragging one of my guitars down to the school yesterday but didn't.
32 As soon as the bell rang to start my first class I needed a guitar. I almost sent a student down to our guitar teacher to tell him that it was an emergency. He would have understood. No doubt.
33 I recently did a repair job on my newest guitar, a correction of a terrible job some guy did of installing a pick-up on an acoustic.
34 I had tested it the other day, and reverbed it so that it rang with a Lennonesque treble that I loved.
35 The pick-up is charged by a 9-volt battery which needs to be taken out after each use. It's a little bit of a hassle, but not enough for me to worry. I love the sound I get out of it.
36 After I fixed it and used it for around the third time I forgot to take the battery out.
37 That stopped me from playing for around a week, believe it or not.
38 You know how sometimes you put a book down and don't get back to it? Same sort of thing.
39 I have around twelve books that are face down on some flat surface because I knew if I put a bookmark in them I wouldn't pick them up.
40 So instead they take to lying around the house like sunbathers.
41 And so it goes.
42 AnywayZ
43 I started writing all this stuff last night, listened to some soul and R and B, and after a fashion could stand it no longer.
44 I moved down the hall, grabbed my guitar, and lit it up gloriously. It was also pre-set ten times louder than it should have been. I blame Lennon.
45 I strummed the opening chords to Blue Oyster Cult's (Don't Fear) The Reaper. REALLY loud.
46 My heart skipped.
47 Here:
48 Everything sounded exactly as I had left it.
49 It got late. I wanted to play into the night, but decided against it.
50 Meaning I will again NEED a guitar today.
51 Because this is written last night, I can control going to bed earlier so that later today I will not be tired, and I could play when I get home.
52 Sometimes man, I tellya.
53 Music.
54 I gotta bounce.
55 See you again.
56 Peace.
~H~
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