good day, sunshine

apparently m is dangerous, as dictated by a little girl who saw him traverse a river on a fallen log and declared "that wasn't very safe!" he smiled and told her that being safe wasn't always the most fun. now he is undecided as to whether or not he even wants that lesson to stick in her head as she grows up~ so impressionable, the little ones.

the weather is bright blue with a strong (read: apparent, every passing minute) chance of verywarm sunshine today, and it is so refreshing. how is it that seasons are just so long that one gets completely wrapped in them, yet in a short enough succession that the body remembers how they feel, spurring the mind to reminiscence? this world is put together very well, and so finely tuned as to bring back the flower shoots in every little grassy nook of the northwest. if you're a vegetarian because of the way that it makes you feel, then perhaps you should try smelling some fresh hyacinths in a sunbeam-sliced forest. it has precisely the same effect, without all the day-to-day hassle~
he is, undecided, on flower-picking.

the ahead weekend is a large question mark. it is very tempting for him to play the solitary role, and cloak himself from known eyes in the various recesses of tree-trunks and coffee shop booths. none have the same reddened and worn appeal of trident's. it would be good to cloister, to shutter oneself in the west wing of contemplation and meditation, and music, and midnight strolls around the many fountains of rome (er, portland). on the other hand, it is equally tempting to forget all about reflection, as it wearies him so in sometimes aimless repetition, and parade around the town with his eclectic friends and associates. he wants to sit around and play cranium over beers and smiles, and he could make you a list of the players he would choose to have there, but they are all removed in various degrees of distance from his current city. it is more unwieldy than one assumes, this separation of all familiar peoples after the nigh monastic clustering of souls in boulder fades into e-mails from everyone's different locales.

he will probably achieve a balance of these two possibilities; that seems the best route if memory serves him precisely. for whatever reason, a weekend feels longer and more saturated if you juggle 15 separate activities instead of say, 2. and sadly, saturating the weekends is an absolute necessity these days...if it slips away unnoticed, then another week of work without the threshing justification of a few fun days bears down upon one in a significantly more weighty fashion. we can't be having that; not on our dime.

in other news, matches just realized that he carries around a ridiculous amount of value on his person at any given time. his backpack currently contains this laptop, a $300 cell phone, a $300 ipod, $100 headphones, and a digital camera whose value is rapidly declining in proportion to the number of times it cheerfully decides that it will function properly, vs the number of times that it stubbornly is unresponsive to any stimulus one can impart upon it. still, that's something like $1500. plus any cash or cards. he doesn't think that the rest of his possessions, total, would amount to that much. so basically, eliminating the car from the equation, he is carrying around something like 60-70% of his net possession worth on his person, at any given time. here's to not getting mugged~

bleh, scribbling today was terribly absent of epiphanies. still notable, perhaps, so up it goes. perhaps the contemplative portion of the weekend will reap some ideas to put a spark in his eye*