down the way i look....

foggy morning...



foggy night...



the garbs and i helped the network move boxes today from one storage locker to another, much smaller , storage locker. she's trying to get her paperwork in order and in the process get rid of shit she's being paying to store for a few years...getting rid of shit is hard sometimes, i know that, i have a lot of it but i, too, have been making way for new shit by getting rid of old shit.
afterwards the garbs and i headed to get some coffee at jj bean on powell but were unsure that the guy behind the bar had any real chance of making us a good coffee so we headed to artigiano where one of the baristas had a piece of paper on her back that said 'kick me'. if i was a nicer guy i would have told her. i didn't.
we roamed around a bit, hit zulu, mex burrito, the co-op, volatge, solly's-where we enjoyed both some more good snacks...while we were out i was telling the garbs about my revelation, my, most recent, moment of clarity...if it all works out it will be revealed soon...it's nothing earthshattering really...just something to do...like cutting grass. just not as good-nothing's as good as cutting grass.
i rented 'the devil and daniel johnston' tonight...it's kinda hard to describe daniel johnston and i would never profess to being a johnstonophile but, he was and is an icon in the world of indie rock and college radio. a manic depressive songwriter who lives with his parents who...oh it's hard. rent it. you'll meet someone very interesting. i also rented 'wordplay', a doc. about crossword puzzles or more to the point, people who do them...i'll watch it tomorrow.
portland thursday....

g. xo


nice...



garbs last shot with the big hair...



what the...(graffiti behind the jj bean on powell street.)