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| so when you guys move into the new house can i put my tent like 4.32 acres from the house and just hide out there from time to time. you wont even know its there except for the fact that arlo gets sort of vocal when he's all rested and wired in the mornings like he is now.
im glad you made it home safe. it IS a long drive late at night. didnt you guys purchase that mammoth ceramic dog for the entry way in the new house? hehe
Hey dad,
anyway, ill let you know about amtrak. i think that would be a great ride through the northlands. have a good sunday, tell everyone we said hello if you see them tonight. love g&L
maybe we'll get all dressed up and walk around drinking flutes of bubbly white champagne. (but probably not! beers fine) see ya.
whats new. i neglected to respond about the mailing address so here goes. do you want some new eagles up there? let me know there are a few weeks backed up in laurens car so... PO Box 2333 Bigfork, MT 59911 laurens cooking pasta and is in dire need of a collander. know where she can get a nice one? she said she almost bought a martha stewart model from kmart the other day. we are going to chicago in october for my brothers wedding. around the 22-27 or so. im planning on booking some amtrak tickets, but amtrak doesnt seem to allow anything other than seeing eye dogs. and i dont think they'll fall for it. would you guys be interested (or able) to watch arlo for a week? let me know when you can, hasta luegoÑ see ya.
CH:
rainy here too, more later
HH:
yeah sorry about the reception thing. i didnt go either. last week was very crazy here and i pretty much forgot about the thing. i will tell you in person more details, but in short we found out tuesday night that lauren was pregnant (!--which, after about 4 hrs freak-out for me, then 8 hrs sleep, and one phone conversation with my mom, seemed like the coolest thing i could ever image). but before we could even get to the doctor on thursday morning for a check up, i had to take her to the hospital wednesday afternoon due to irregular bleeding and some time during a three hour testing session she miscarried in the ER. now, they found a fibroid tumor on her uteris and said its non-cancerous and benign so they are going to check into it further july 10 to see if she will need to have it surgically removed. the whole thing has been really exhausting (especially for lauren of course). then this weekend we went to bozeman with my two friends on string cheese tour visiting from TN for blues traveler/leftover salmon show at the rainy fairgrounds, slept out somewhere near bridger bowl in the sticks. that was really nice. anyway, im applying for the head web designer at UM and need to type out a new cover letter. so ill write more later. let me know how you are doing. leif's in a cool cool place. g HH:
w.h., ill give her a huge hug from you soon as she gets here (went back to work today). thank you for your thoughts. i finished the application stuff so now we'll see what happens. i wonder how many people and what types of people applied for that job. ill let you know if i hear anything. otherwise some dude at national book cover design and maps or something has been inquiring about my working there (its in whitefish). i should probably know more about it monday or tuesday. i wont stop taking photos, though it would be one more discipline to keep up with. happily, that is. i guess ill go soon to see how those hospital folks hung that show. but then i gotta start paintings for elmer sprunger retrospective in august. all new paintings for sure. that should be a goodie. any news about the coffee traders deal? still december scheduling? what else.....thats it for now. put on any BT, its the best for painting. should be good for pots too. chowwwwwwwww. g
yo. no 100 years, but a damn fine show. although the sound sucked, it was held at some fairgrounds and the metal roof, screaming people and hammering rain on that roof for the most part messed up the acoustics (if there were any to begin with: the soundboards were blocked off with rodeo fences!) anyway, heres the setlist as i kept it and its not posted on bt.com for checks or official names: band walks onstage, me leaning on livestock rails star spangled banner (mainly popper making jimmi hendrix look like a musical toddler of sorts) > take it for granted, guess thats what its for... (name?) you reach me (? not sure) mountains win searching low and high (that 60s tune, 'the guess who' maybe?..) > NYC prophet felicia i cant see why > slow change > crash burn > slow change back in the day and the bell rings seven times (name?) > bad ass bass solo > bad ass drums > there is a way new one (name?) > hunt with the free people (name?) > funky groove > crash burn hook
new one (name?) all in all the show rocked aside from the difficulty in hearing the always priceless comments between songs.
its a sad sad situation. but amusing to watch her pacing around the office yelling in her intelligent sounding drawl about things to which she makes no conclusions but gets more and more pissed as i sit there calmly saying things like "well, if we dont have any disks, what then am i supposed to do?" (and of course she hasnt a clue because as proved today, doesnt even know how to turn on any computer other than her own!) i walk away laughing at that lady. i applied for the director of web development position at the university down in msla today. need to maybe secure a (cool) job before looking further into buying a unibomber cabin. hehe. lateeeeeee. CH: i didnt really want to get off the phone with you just a little while ago. of course i didnt want samuel and presley to leave, but i was looking forward to everyone leaving me alone for a spell so i could (hopefully) talk to you on the phone for kind of a long time. im not much for phone conversations but its definitely better than email, especially if the wonderful girl you are trying to communicate with lives exactly 100.7 miles from your cabin. i still cant find that cigarette smell and its starting to gross me out. it smells like an old beer can with cigarette butts in it. sick. i wish you could have come up here today and shared some rosa's with me. its cold now and the salads gone, but its good for laying around resting from marathon party night watching the news or discovery civilization/science (either one of those 'nerd shows' did you call it? would do.) we even got those fancy breadsticks again. that was a pretty cool accidental discovery on our part. (you said in your email that i didnt read until after the phone call that you didnt know if i wanted to see you? what the hell? are you crazy woman? i know its not the easiest situation but not seeing you sure wouldnt make any of this go away.) lets see.... both those guys read the start of the novel book: october new mexico so far and both dug it. they took a stack of say no more with them for the remainder of cheese tour to 'spread the word' as they phrased it and make me some cash and them some gas money (just a little). they're going all the way up to new england by august. that part sounds cool but being on tour all summer again doesnt right now. i guess maybe the flathead holds a bit of contentment for me. well, guess ill go find the cigarette smell and maybe have a piece of rosas. wish it was the bridge. love you. g KT:
you are wonderful. but this i already knew since discussions of legal pads and white out and sugar cubes tucked back in the corner of the tdp. i hope you are able to come to montana soon. must hang with kara t. whats your middle name? started new still life. laurens at work. drinking vino on veranda. first smoke in ages. american spirit greens no doubt. when im thirty-six ill have big bushy brown beard, wear suspenders on old courderoys for fun, old beat-down running shoes on my feet no socks and live in wood stove misty cabin on the oregon coast writing poems catching fish and eating only fresh veggies from the garden. CH: for friday from october new mexico: "when im thirty-six ill have big bushy brown beard, maybe wear suspenders on old courderoys for fun who don't ever match my checkered shirt...old beat-down running shoes on my feet no socks...and live in wood-stove mystic cabin on the oregon coast writing poems between paintings, catching fish and eating them with fresh veggies from the rainy autumn harvest garden out back... maybe we'll have a child...a bouncing and playful little three year old boy with curly hair, even though i dont know where that curly hair would come from, Chet... i can see him running around some crazy wood treehouse hanging spirally outta one of those grand redwoods way up high and when the fog comes in real heavy i cant even see him up there when he climbs in through the little round-cut door, i just hear him singing...that little boy singing that nothing hinders and it bounces back off the wet coastal rocks...it's not that nothing can get in its way exactly, Chet, its just, i think, that nothing wants to get in its way...'OOOLLLY OOLLLLY OXEN FREEE...' innocent harmony voice through the midday fog seeping into the treehouse walls...and the thing about it, hehehe, is that no one even knows what that means." JO: hell yeah. you should put that thing on, go over to the new and updated keller j.h. and stroll into third period pe sometime, bouncing an old basketball like nothings up. just blend into the gym class after they break into squads. see what happens. they'd think it was cool because you'd have the 'retro' gym suit. that would be (without the perv element) just as good as me sliding around on my back under the volleyball chicks shooting photos in the high school here. (remember that photo?? hehe...) shot that ribbon-cutting-rich-dude-or-wanna-be-rich-dude-new-holes-at-the-golf-course thing. what a joke. they were all getting sauced from the 'wet bar cart' (which was complete with full around stereo system, vanity MT plates, pleather seats, wood trim, etc...) and it took forever for them to cut the fuk'r. hehe. meanwhile, im standing around in dirty sandals and mud on my feet, smelling like no-shower-many-days because of... well, no-shower-many-days and of course adding to my scent of the week: the near canada hiking this morning/afternoon... i blended in well on the golf course. actually though, i am wearing a striped shirt with a collar (thrift store purchase chicago) so maybe they thought i was blending well. hohoho. whats on the agenda for one more saturday night? me: working on the novel for now, having a pint o' the sauce, some day will sell it and then tell all these chumps what's really in store for them. then ill buy all their silly drinks just to make a point and jump into the custom wet bar car and do fishtails like at chagrin valley. KT: i said i didnt remember the bar. i didnt say i didnt remember you at the bar. but now it comes out: although i dont remember it especially as "being hit on". i do recall feeling rather high sitting next to kara on bar stool to my left. i guess because it was just cool and i though/think you are cool and when i first saw you strut into our remote office corner i remember doing a double-take even though that matt dude was looking at me explaining something simple about tdp layout or the server network...blah ....our computer system....blah blah...here...blah...graphics something or other...blah... ....then foxy lady walks in---------- ........"oh, yeah, what were you saying, matt?" i think thats what happened. i do remember you saying you were going to leave the party bar because lauren was there, even though i remember her over in the corner with some other chicks doing i dont remember what...i think dancing crazy or throwing pool balls at each other or something. (it gets a little hazy in there a little bit time and again.) well i think this: how sad that we worked so close that i could feel your puffy silver north face jacket hitting the back of my chair. then i tried to keep you warm too with crazy space heater when the gas company struck pipe. and we only really went out once? and we lived (sort of) in telluride: which, according to Frat Boy magazine, is one of the top spring break party scenes in the west! ps i think msla U is an excellent school and you should definitely check into it. im going to try to get into MFA there......again. but last year they took 1 grad painting student out of oohhh.. maybe 500 applicants. its a great school. cool people attending. and even cooler town. LD:
hi tooties. i was hoping you would have sent me some email. i got your vms. (voice mails). i wish there was some way that i would know whenever you call--I just come home and theres numbers blinking and i hope your voice is on one of them. ..but i wish whenever you rang there would be a buzzer in my pocket or something. did you get the rough draft of the new pome? p-o-m-e? i went to IGA today and pushed around a cart and got red lettuce, etc but i just now realized i forgot to get a new bottle of sprite. damn! guess ill have to have cereal to make me forget. im having the last of the enchaladas now. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. we (me and barlo) went to the shwell tonight and there was this new band playing: pedacter project. the bass player came up to me asap when i walked in the door and said they'd play some BT for me. i talked to amy quite a few times here and there, but orange dude sorta gave me the "hey, whats up dude" walk-off thing(?!?!) when i saw him. hmm. (thats the most thought-less "hmm" ever.) i k-need some more food in my stomach..... want some.?.... M O
S E S ? with salad? this suk's. you have good food there with those yard-sprinklers all along the running route. ¼»¥¤¦
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ps got invited to "smoke bowls" by lisa & co. tonight. hehe. rent-a-cops in town. (?!) me and arlo sneaked out. LT KT:
hmm. i never knew (some of) these things...i will have to officially reply to that beauty later. right now i need your mailing address. kara tatone _____________ Telluride, CO ....ahhhh 81332...? does that d.dion girl still work there? and are you guys still carousing (sp? but dont care) the seedy mtn taverns.......in......... ....big....... ok, small...........
silver
coats ? KT: "Sultry Radio-Free Girl and Silver Foxy Mama-- ...tales of the telluride nightlife." LD:
hi. its been a fabulous day for painting. and its going much faster than the cabin did. i guess thats what comes with practice. i was talking with haaken about how much time we each thought it took, for example, walter ufer to paint the cover painting on the taos book with ALL those models standing there. i said after so many years its like anything else, its just second nature (in a way) and higher efficiency, etc. and he told me a story about one of the masters only allowing himself to have a model in his studio for 20 minutes or so...maybe a little longer, but just enough to lay down some paint and use the element of speed. (maybe it was degas with those ballet girls...) i dont like that story really, but it was interesting (not too much convo in the spork about the 'real painters'). as much as ive thought about it so far, its not a very contemplative way to paint (i know because thats what i used to do.) anyway, i was up in the loft working when i heard this horrendus crash. i looked out to see arlo bolting across the yard, shitting his fur probably, and the ladder was crashing to the ground! the little bitch probably got his favorite rope toy wedged in there under the legs of the ladder and pulled the thing out from under its own feet. (unless maybe he was attempting a new method of dog ladder climbing out of boredom and wanting to finally see where it is i keep disappearing to day after day. hehe.) at any rate, i obviously had to find a way down and after a failed attempt at waiving down some people driving by from back there, i crawled out and grabbed onto one of those logs sticking out and lowered myself down until i had to jump the rest of the way. then i had to nail some of the ladder back together that had cracked upon impact. i scratched my armpit in the process and applied some rescue remedy to myself afterwards. also, i tied a bit of the climbing rope around the ladder rung on top and the metal rail of the balcony to avoid this from happening again in the future. so its all fixed and im going back to paint. arlo doesnt know what to do with himself being out of his house all day long. OH! i was having this cool idea the other day at work. yesterday i think. it was this: i would like to maybe have a bookstore somewhere cool (portland by the beach? maybe...not important right now) just a small sort of place with of course all the good books and tons of the great ones, all different topics, cool rugs, etc. then, there would be spots around the store to hang new paintings, and also a main painting exhibit area that would have couches and a few chairs, and a thrift store table, etc. in one of the corners where there would be lots of paintings on exhibit. i would have a coffee maker there with free/donations coffee for people to sit and read or chat and look at paintings and all the paintings would be for sale. i could price them accordingly (like ive been doing) and put a little tasteful sign to just make people aware that they are for sale...like a little gallery within the bookstore. sort of how paintings seem to sell pretty good at the knead cafe, you know. then maybe the word would get around that the book store is a good place to see great paintings too. maybe we could live upstairs from the store/gallery. or i could paint up there or something. we could both work the store and maybe hire some other cool kids or people to work there if needed. i could even have "openings" to sort of publicize the new paintings once in a while. run an ad in the entertainment section of the paper and make up my own signs and flyers on my computer in the back room where my office would be and thats where i print new poems and hand them out at the counter. all the while i could be writing the rest of the books and getting them done. i know you want to have a career job of some kind, but we could always have the store too. i wonder how much that would cost to get going? buy a place? rent? live upstairs? yeah that would be cool, like lawrence ferlinghetti and city lights books in san fran ( http://www.citylights.com ) some day. i dont think id want to do it in the flathead, but ill check out the scene/success of the whitefish bookstore where i have a show in december.
what do you think? thats what got me thinking maybe just get the truck fixed instead of buying new one because if we did it in a city, i wouldnt want or need shiny new passport...but then again, it would be key for camping at the beach! hehe... love and misses. LT ps ive been painting to nirvana unplugged and toots's favorite tape: the bridge street concert. DAD:
hey dad, well, laurens doing better with the doctors. she is seeing one now who is very good and is going to be recommending the best person he said for the surgery. i think the preliminary tests are done now, and she has an appointment tomorrow (thurs) to set up the surgery. she's been getting checkups and ultrasounds until now. im not sure when the surgery will be. i will let you know. as soon as i find out. thanks for the financial advice. i dont think im going to move further with a house here. i have been thinking it wouldnt be such a great situation to be in to have to sell a house if i get into one of these grad schools i am checking out. so i think im going to wait on that, but i have been wondering about what i asked you so its good to have those things answered. things at the newspaper are pretty much the same these days, no big news. (although i went to shoot a one-car wreck the other day that turned out to be pretty bad. i shot some photos and went back to the office. turns out, the writer for the paper gets a call in a little while and it was her son who was in the wreck!...pretty crazy... i guess he's ok, just got a lot of facial damage, stitches, etc.) anyway, im painting a lot today and just came in to check email and get something to eat. ill write more later. did you get my voice mail the other day? any big plans for the weekend? oh, my truck is in need of a new fuel pump ("for starters" they said) for $350. i've been thinking maybe i should put that money to a more reliable vehicle. my truck is still stalled out in the mechanics lot. (im very happy to have laurens car to use in the meantime.) but i was thinking of going down to missoula this weekend to see if i could find a good deal on something with a four wheel drive option and a good engine....ill let you know what i find. talk to you soon, hope everythings going well... love, g CH: (as little teeny moths fly around my desk lamp, i dont have your letter here at the cabin so i cant address specific points, but i remember some of what you wrote...the rest i can respond to tomorrow.) yes, it was very unexpected to read those things. i was sort of confused that those (your) feelings came out like that. i say "those" because, mostly i guess, i didnt know you felt this way. then, in addition, i get this long, sort-of yelling email about it all. Download 2 Mb. Share with your friends:
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