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finding the sweet spot…we are very close!!!

All is well, eyes done going to sleep

just a little tear of joy for carolyn, john and beautiful kenzie http://urlie.me/?kenzie

“rumi”nations: i can’t explain the goings, or the comings. you enter suddenly and i am nowhere again. inside the majesty.

getting ready for the lasik tomorrow! good vibe desired at 1:30PST

found the culprit, “kate” utilities by ripdev, all is well with no restore, yipee!!! onward! god how i love open source.

do you think it is bad if you hack your iphone and then you can’t make phone calls anymore, hee, hee, back to the drawing board.

seriously, how many days to vote and girlfriend is hitting SNL?

reading pure love… http://urlie.me/?GRHXZ …i am a hopeless romantic

reading pure love…http://urlie.me/?GRHXZ…i am a hopeless romantic

A friend of mine sent me this poem by Ellen Bass.  It is pure love in everyday life.

At gate C22 in the Portland airport 
a man in a broad-band leather hat kissed 
a woman arriving from Orange County. 
They kissed and kissed and kissed. Long after 
the other passengers clicked the handles of their carry-ons 
and wheeled briskly toward short-term parking, 
the couple stood there, arms wrapped around each other 
like he’d just staggered off the boat at Ellis Island, 
like she’d been released at last from ICU, snapped 
out of a coma, survived bone cancer, made it down 
from Annapurna in only the clothes she was wearing. 

Neither of them was young. His beard was gray. 
She carried a few extra pounds you could imagine 
her saying she had to lose. But they kissed lavish 
kisses like the ocean in the early morning, 
the way it gathers and swells, sucking 
each rock under, swallowing it 
again and again. We were all watching– 
passengers waiting for the delayed flight 
to San Jose, the stewardesses, the pilots, 
the aproned woman icing Cinnabons, the man selling 
sunglasses. We couldn’t look away. We could 
taste the kisses crushed in our mouths. 

But the best part was his face. When he drew back 
and looked at her, his smile soft with wonder, almost 
as though he were a mother still open from giving birth, 
as your mother must have looked at you, no matter 
what happened after–if she beat you or left you or 
you’re lonely now–you once lay there, the vernix 
not yet wiped off, and someone gazed at you 
as if you were the first sunrise seen from the Earth. 
The whole wing of the airport hushed, 
all of us trying to slip into that woman’s middle-aged body, 
her plaid Bermuda shorts, sleeveless blouse, glasses, 
little gold hoop earrings, tilting our heads up.

The whole world smells like sage and the moon and clouds are kissing

I love the rhone valley and painting

http://urlie.me/?cutestboyever is why friday is the best day ever!

Check the cute little private resort near San Jose del Cabo, its a little wordpress project i did, fun! http://palapasresort.com/

We all know as riders that there is a time of year when the air gets cold and the sun drops out of the sky way too early and comes up way too late.  Its sad, being the fair weather rider that I am, to say goodbye to the sunny days.  But at my new gig, http://cruisercustomizing.com, we are carrying some awesome gear for the rider that just can’t quite give it up.  Check out this jacket from First Gear, Sierra Rain Jacket.  It is awesome.  Just look at the features:

- 100% Waterproof, Breathable rainwear
- Full nylon, slip-in jacket lining
- Storm flap with hook-and-loop closure
- Integrated hood with stuff sack at collar
- Elasticized waist
- Reflective stripes on shoulders and arms, reflective piping on back
- 90 day limited manufacturer warranty.
- Available in Black or Black/Yellow.

Enough protection to keep you warm and dry all winter long.  :-)

“rumi”nations: awe is the salve that will heal our eyes.

“rumi”nations: days full of wanting. let them go by without worrying that they do. stay where your are inside such a pure hollow note.

Sunday already over…waiting for true blood

dollars to deutchmarks, and pennies from heaven