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Thu 6/16/2005 2:01 PM Clara O’Leary, I would LOVE to marry you. "Are you asking me to marry you?" That's what you said, sitting there, chilly by the fire, wearing hiking boots that were too big, looking like an angel. I wish you were coming over. Did you talk to your buddy at the Alcott? Xoxoxo, LT ۞
Joe & Jennifer, So, I've been doing some thinking and figuring out how we can get things moving to get the hell out of the Mile High, find a place in Chicago, get there for interviews, etc. What I think will work best without either of us missing more work than we can (without quitting the jobs) is to still come to Chicago/Michigan for the vacation week, but we will use the first two days of that week to check out apartments and (hopefully) do some job interviews. So I was hoping it would work if we could use one of your guys' cars that week, and then use it to come meet you up in Michigan. We could just rent a Chevy Malibu at the airport if you'd rather not have the miles put on one of the cars or whatever. I just thought it would save some cash. If you could maybe drop one off at mom's on your way out of town to go up to Michigan, or leave it somehow so we could get to it at your house, we could fly in that Saturday morning, get the car, check out apartments Saturday and Sunday, do job interviews Monday and Tuesday, then drive up to the beach house Wednesday and stay till everyone leaves on Saturday. If we did pick up a car at your place we could feed the cats/keep an eye on things until Wednesday when we'd come up to the vacation place. It would also give me ample time to throw poison meat to the beagle. LT ۞
Fri 6/24/2005 9:26 PM Dearest Milton, I acknowledged the ridiculous accusations of the email that your tangled wife sent to me out of the clear blue about a year ago, and I pretty much corrected each of her flailing misconceptions on things, at least as far as my knowledge went on the subject, at the time. As you are fully aware, I did not hear any rebuttal: a typically spineless, American move. However strong my lack of interest is in some girl I went to see years ago, it's apparent that you, and old friend, are harboring more of a (passive aggressive) grudge than I knew existed. Clearly it's personal. To be completely honest, I don't, for the life of me, understand why there would be even a minute trace of enmity to begin with between you and I, but it's something you've been working on for some time now. Surely, I am sure you two have your reasons, however obtuse and charlatan they may be. And surely, you two have each other. Ho ho ho. I thought I removed you from the list a year ago. My bad. Enjoy the bitterness, Dennison, it will keep you spry and kicking for years to come. I truly hope your situation there is happier than you appear from afar. Adios, muchacha. And, please, do not write back…hehe get it? (And tell your whiny secretary the same. I don't need to be blocking any more obsessive compulsives from my inbox.) Leonard ۞
This is a day I feel like doing no work. I've been in Rocky Mountain National Park and Lafayette for five days and I feel like doing no work. I got back to Portland yesterday and I was depressed a little bit, like having house guests for a week, and then all of a sudden, they're gone. It was windy in Portland and the neighborhood isn't too safe anyway, so that just added to the mess. I have two cuts on my right hand so I'm wearing two bandaids there. I haven't worn bandaids since I was a little kid. Sleeping in the national park and watching the huge moose elk stick his head into my campfire where I poured out the boiling hamburger water from ten feet away made me feel like a kid, too. I bet kids often don't feel like doing work either. So, that's what I'm like today: a kid. Portland, Unfortunately 13 June 2005 ۞
DON CARLOS, This is correct, I am engaged to be married. I've grown bored with the American bars and girl pickups (who all turn out to be nuts anyway) and hangovers that ensue. Even laying on the beach in Mexico I felt like I have had no stable home since I left Chicago about ten years ago, off and on. Something has shifted, so Im going back there to re-stabilize the roots. So, thanks for the good word. Party details to follow. LT ۞
Sun 6/12/2005 4:20 PM DON CARLOS, I'd go, but Im going to be in MN at the 10K lakes festival that weekend.
Next time you see me, I'll be buying a farm house on the skirts of the big windy. LT ۞
Clara and I went up camping around Buena Vista on Friday. We got snowed on and rained on, and her feet were cold in the mummy bag until I wrapped them in a fleece blanket after two flashlight chess matches inside the late night tent. But, earlier, when we'd just gotten the fire really going bright and warm and blowing around the metal pit, I told her, somewhat spontaneously, that I never have meet anyone like her in my life, and that, for a hundred different reasons, I wanted to marry her. And so I started out boldly--on the longest question I've ever asked, chest pounding, foot tapping--in a roundabout, lengthy, explaining-my-genuine-heart-to-her-kind-of-way, and said this: Will you marry me? She said yes. The ring is sterling silver with inlaid, milky blue opal. And with it on her, she's the most beautiful person I've ever seen. (Her without the ring on is the second most beautiful person I've ever seen.) A day later, walking around town in Boulder, I found this etched into an alley wall and wrote it into the notebook: "As the opal changes its color and its fire to match the nature of a day, so do I." --Henry David Thoreau Sometimes, even the cosmos seem to be right where they should. Portland 08 June 2005 ۞
Sun 6/5/2005 2:48 PM Jordan Fairway and DON CARLOS, Yeah, no worries, I'll be here at least till the end of Sept when the lease runs out. Clara is trying to save cash on a therapists salary, so that stay could get extended month-to-month. We'll see. Either way. Im going to run in Wash. Park. Right now. The Lotus. Ho ho ho. That place, man. Quintessential LoDo right there. You should have taken off your shirt and strutted around bare chested just to see how long they'd go before kicking you out. Then again, you prob would have gotten a lot of phone numbers first. I may be weird, but this story makes me want to drink. What's up for this evening? Anything involving bags of green liquid and/or cops. Last night the tent got snowed on and we slept through a wicked storm near Buena Vista. In and out of the campground before the host could make us pay. That's what federal taxes are for in my world. Let me know on tonight. LT ۞ On a Dylan Article Thu 6/2/2005 9:39 AM Samuel Bartlett, Well, Im pretty sure that guy/girl had to meet a deadline, and I was equally turned off by their use of Bob's lyrics as quotes, furthering the ambiguity between Bob's status as song writer or poet. (Who cares, really.) I still couldn’t help but get in a good snicker (at people like the relatively uninformed writer of this article) when I thought back to the black and white footage of a somewhat spotlight jaded, sunglass-clad young Dylan smoking the omnipresent cig, and boasting, "I think of myself as a song and dance man, really." Fkn brilliant. LT ۞
Jordan Fairway and DON CARLOS,
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Thu 6/2/2005 11:41 AM I'd get an alarm, at least. Maybe even the dog would be a cool, sensible addition. The neighborhood isn’t the best but I didn’t think you really had to worry about break ins, either. If you did get a dog, Jennifer could take him with all over the place (park, for walks, etc) and the guy would soon learn to protect her, and Martin instinctively. I like dogs, but ones I don’t know Im very concerned with, like while running, etc. It’s a good tactic for protection. As far as moving out of the neighborhood, Im not sure. I don’t think Ive spent enough time wandering around yet, but, as witnessed here and for several blocks (ten at least) from Colfax, I'd NEVER think about buying here. Its just too close to the shady element where shady things go on. I don’t think you need to move to Sch. to be safe, but if Jennifer is not content maybe a bit nicer neighborhood should be a consideration. Im sure you think about MJ being 7, 8, 9, whatever and wanting to cruise around the neighborhood with his buddies. Also, I was wondering what the school situation is like for that area.LT ۞
Blues Traveler tickets just purchased. Being an official, school-closed Monday holiday this year, I say we arrive early at the Rocks, cook up some food, get some sun burn, drink some suds, etc.
Let me know if yous are going. DON CARLOS, you see that story in the Post about "Cop Shoots and Kills Robber" ? I walked through the mob forming as a result on Colfax after you got on the bus Tuesday night. I thought I was going to be strung up for being white. Nice neighborhood. Jordan Fairway, Capital Hill aint worth it. Do the loft idea downtown. LT ۞
Like I wish you were Clara,
I wanted to tell you this because you aren’t here to see them right now, like I wish you were, but last night, as I was walking home, I picked you some little white flowers. I put them in a clear glass antique drink bottle with some water and put it on the shelf next to the still life paintings in the kitchen. They are for you, and they'll be here when you arrive. I get so excited thinking about us in Chicago. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, writing you notes like this. LT ۞ To Stay in Chicago Sun 6/12/2005 10:17 PM DON CARLOS, Right on, man. Fk it, just stay. We'll be there in a couple months. Meet me at the Gingerman on Clark. Couple doors down from the Metro. Damn. I cant wait. I saw a commercial on TV today for people to enter and win a trip to "fly to Wrigley Field" for a game. Hehe LT ۞
Leah Starlight,
Im going up to RM National Park in a couple hours. We went camping last friday but kindof got hassled by the snow and weather. I asked Clara to marry me anyway. She said yes. ۞
Joe and Danimal, So, I wasn’t going to say anything until I had confirmation, but Portland in the spring, apparently, is the windiest fkn place on the planet. This has been going on for weeks now, everyday, and almost all the time at night too. Im tired of it, I'll tell you that much.
LT ۞ On Thursday I am outta here To All,
Enjoy! LT
Say "Fuck OFF, Loon." Would that be oK? Clara,
Let me know if you receive my contest submission email. I BCC'd you and Joe and Danimal, and I want to make sure everyone doesn’t get spameratoredaplopolisized again. To add to your fun today, I've forwarded this message from your BFF, she resent it today, from a different email address, just to make sure I'd gotten it. Im sure the fact that I ignored it was killing her. I will continue on in this manner. (unless you think it would be cool for me to write her back and say "Fuck OFF, Loon." Would that be oK?) OK, im off to the meeting. Be back in an hour or so. Xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxxoxoxxoxox if I win free beer, you can have some. ۞
Dear Dr. Pinkard, This week I completed my course and thesis project/presentation requirements for the M.A. in Digital Media Studies at the University of Portland. The program focused cross-disciplinarily on the influences of media (with an emphasis on digital) on society. We covered, in some detail, Sausseure, Benjamin, McLuhan, and Kittler (my favorites). With my personal research background in Eastern Philosophy and Western Psychology (Dr. Frankl), I am looking to now go beyond what I was exposed to in DMS and find a significant way of merging the media studies with my philosophical examinations. I have two additional academic papers going right now, one goes by the name of The Quantumedia Experiment and the other, Xtremediation. The first is an 'extension' if you will of McLuhan's "media are an extension of ourselves" to which I affix "the self can become (or is) a medium in turn." The second posits that "The excessive bombardment of media and its effects on the human central nervous system is a dangerous place to be before we are "techno-psychologically" acclimated". I have been researching Northwestern University's Department of Philosophy as not only a potential laboratory to further investigate these ideas, but also as a home to where I can commence work on my PhD, fusing socio-cultural Marxist theories, and the practical applications of cognitive scientific effects of the media through which we, as a society, communicate every day. I have a fascination with the philosophical process of the mind, a process which I think is changing with the media with which we augment our interpersonal and mass communications. I would like to apply for fall 2006 acceptance into the program, and specify a Cognitive Science Specialization. I thought you might have some guidance to offer in this early stage of my progress with a PhD, especially as it is related to your department. Thank you for your time, Leonard Treadway, M.A. ۞
Dear Dr. Miller, Dream Analysis Specialist, Smarty Pants, & All Around Sexy-Thing-That-I-Would-Like-To-Marry,-Especially-Because-Then-I'd-Get-To-See-Her,
Please let me know your thoughts. Sincerely,
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Leah Starlight, I was going to call to see if you wanted to go out tonight, but then I thought about getting up and going to work for a full day at 9am and decided against going out. So im going to read in bed. But when can you go out this week?? I think its been a very long time since we hung out. LT ۞ Last night in celebration The celebration last night, in light of my new-found, rediscovered freedom, was a smashing success, harrowling and drinking around lower downtown Portland. We started at the pub sing-sing, with dueling piano compositions that was simply piped out to their audience at a much much to high level. Later, sitting atop the Soiled Dove, we could see clear to Kansas, and talked about some runaround brazilian chick, and the differences of the Portland neighborhoods. The evening went sour fast, though, when I was nearly home and ran into a mob forming three blocks from my place. A white cop had allegedly shot a black man for pulling a gun first. Whatever the truth was here, the angry crowd on the corner only saught revenge. Some trashy looking white guy offered me some drugs because, in his world, I looked like I wanted some, I guess. I told him no, and hurried on before Colfax turned into Watts, and me and the drug dealer became public enemy number one. I just cant win with housing in Portland. University of Portland 25 May 2005 ۞
Tue 5/24/2005 7:42 PM
Im not sure exactly how it will go, but for right now, I am definitely sure that I am going down to the pub sing-sing, next door to Fado, for twenty-five cent pints, to revel in the recent victories, and drink myself silly. Onward! LT, M.A. ۞
Jedidiah Morris, Ah! To where are yous moving?? We're moving back to Chicago, fars I can tell right now around October. NM has always been an attractive option since I first traveled through her in the fall of 1996. Clara really wants to move there for a while to fine tune her silversmithing to augment her jewelry making. Let me know whats up, Jedidiah Morrisy. LT ۞
Tuesday in Portland, i now live about a block away from the irish snug on Colfax. ill be there officially full time end of May. for now i have moved many things over there from the old apartment on campus, but my bed and internet connection are still over there. ive just been very busy and the leases overlap by one month so no rush. Ive been out of the country since last week. right now im typing this from a very strangely laid out keyboard en La Isla Mujeres, Quintana Roo, Mexico in the Mayan Carribean, of couse, writing, documenting everything, and doing research on the access digital divide. We decided yesterday while floating in the aqua water, that once the PhDs and teaching tenurships are in the works, coming down here to paint, write, etc for two months of the year is the way god made life to be. its cheap to live very comfortably, and the sun all day makes the greatest shadows ive ever seen outside of central New Mexico, USA. i sat meditation in the sand as the sun set into the ocean a short while ago, and now im just kicking around down here in the narrow stone streets of town, hearing the sidewalk musicians play whistle and nylon string guitars, smelling food all around, being heckled by every vendador en la Isla. we decided to found a moped gang and call it the Starfish Liberation Front in light of the small starfish Clara´s friend, Payton, bought from a little girl last night at happy hour for 40 pesos. the sea crustation was very obviously still alive, and someone then paid her ten pesos to throw it back into the ocean. i dont know if that happened, but i thought it was a brilliant idea at least, hence, the birth of a new street clan with a diesel powered, but green, moral mission. thats all for now. more later. ۞
Hey boss, I'll be going up to vegetate in the mtns for a week in june then going home for a week in july/aug so let me get the dates together and let you know exactly when I wont be in town. That way, any other times than those'll be great. Sound ok? I'll get you a list of local folks, as well as any places I know of that I'd like to read, but I've been so involved with school since I've been here that I think that the places you know of will far surpass any list I can compile. However, if we're talking about doing reading around the state, etc. I could be a big help I believe. Also, could you mail me a copy of the book? The Ghetto 1372 Marion Street Portland, CO 80210
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Enjoy the American crowds, boys, Im off to La Isla Mujeres in T minus 18 hours. The stack of pesos in my pocket is obnoxious. If I don't come back, you can have my apartment in Capital Hill, and tell the DMS dept that my thesis is in the bag. I'll be posting photos and blog entries from the beach, proper connection allowing, so stay in touch through the Technodysseys. I'll have some Geospacial Locations going on shortly as well. Dios amio. Adios. PORTLAND 05 May 2005 ۞
Thu 5/5/2005 7:28 PM A bunch of out-of-state jubilant hobos are making a summer rendezvous of this 10K festival in Minnesota July 22-23-24. Some have already purchased the reasonably priced tickets, so you should get yourself there if possible. It's going to be something special, I tell you, the Black Crowes are playing and everything. Just like old times. A smaller, but no less harmonious crew is also going to this scene in Lyons, Colorado August 19-20-21. 10,000 Lakes festival in Minnesota http://www.10klf.com/index_main.php Folks Festival in Lyons, Colorado http://www.bluegrass.com/planet/folks_festival.shtml Hope you can make it. Leonard
۞ Thu 5/5/2005 7:07 PM Yo, Billy Chaston, Clara, the girlie ive been hanging with lately, and a bunch of out of state hobos are making a rendezvous of this 10K festival in Minnesota in July. We've already got tickets, so you should get yourself there if possible. Its going to be sick, man, the Crowes are playing and everything. Just like old times. Clara and I are also going to this scene in Lyons, but the MN one would be closer for you to drive I'd imagine. 10,000 Lakes festival in Minnesota http://www.10klf.com/index_main.php Folks Festival in Lyons, Colorado http://www.bluegrass.com/planet/folks_festival.shtml Lemme know, Chief. Hope you can make it to MN. LT ۞
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