kazatasupa: (fatherson)
Another Picture from Saturday night. Again, courtesy of [livejournal.com profile] jentle.

[livejournal.com profile] wickenden, Myself and [livejournal.com profile] biloba (front and center)

http://www.uvscnet.uvsc.edu/home/quinlama/donalmatt.jpg
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
on the stereo, as dim lights warm the house: miles davis: kind of blue - one of the greatest albums of all time

[livejournal.com profile] wickenden's reception (his daughter's wedding) was beautiful His daughter was stunning, while her husband handsome... live music by Zion Tribe and people danced on grass as white lights and oil lamps illuminated the landscape perfectly. All of d's planning (and stress) made the most memorable evening - his daughter and her groom are extremely lucky to have had such an amazing setting... At the reception, I met [livejournal.com profile] psilly, [livejournal.com profile] qzed, and one other person (because i'm bad with names, I hope someone will remind me). [livejournal.com profile] jentle has pictures, which I will post as soon as they become available...

[livejournal.com profile] biloba, who is a certified priest/bishop/holy man, married the two and, i was told, as i was not there to witness it myself, did an amazing job.

Now, back to my Sierra Nevada Bigfoot barley wine...
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
Chewing on [livejournal.com profile] biloba's crackers.

'Bout ready to head toward's [livejournal.com profile] wickenden's for a wedding reception. Nicole couldn't come down, Natalia is not home, Ryn is outta town, [livejournal.com profile] bouteloua has moved, Lucy Jane - Chicago... I'm going to drive over, see if I can catch a ride home and pick up my jeep in the morning, or just not drink more than two beers an hour.

*sigh*

Life is just more difficult at this point than I'd like it to be.
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
http://www.xmission.com/~cretin/images/kaz_biloba.jpg

taken by my friend [livejournal.com profile] wickenden. this is me (letf) comforting [livejournal.com profile] biloba, who was afraid of the tomato.
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
morning well spent with [livejournal.com profile] wickenden and [livejournal.com profile] biloba over coffee, cheese and beers...

now, onto studying? or, guitar?
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] wickenden...

I had a great time last night.
kazatasupa: (fatherson)
I'm addicted to e-mail and livejournal and the pouges. I am a pathetic soul.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
Private Post for Wickenden

Hey d.

I'm terribly sorry for missing coffee on Sunday. I fell asleep at LaRyn's Saturday night, she left early Sunday morning for church and errands (with my keys in her car). I left her house around ten, then realized that my keys were missing... Jared (who had my jeep key) wasn't home, so I spent all morning (until 2:45 in the afternoon) walking around Provo. I don't have your phone number, and biloba wasn't home... so, I couldn't call you to let you know that I was stuck. Maybe I can bring my laptop by Tuesday evening... if you don't have any other plans?? Again, I am really, really sorry...

m.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
Four shots of espresso in a large coffee and I'm feeling bionic...

There is a spot on my lower forehead, where curled eye-brows meet, and negative energy is stored... I thought I was getting a cold. A cranky, sour, pissy cold... but the coffee, followed by Ryn's sweet boo-boo kiss took the spot right out of my skull.

Amazing.

I'm in a far different place than I have ever been. I'm not sure I could express where I am at, and am not sure that I am willing to yet. It's foreign, breathtakingly beautiful and comfortable, like a warm blanket on a cold, wet day.

I've been thinking about dreams:

Wilderness
New York
Grizzly Bears
San Francisco
Alaska
Coffee
Paris
Italy
Wolves
India
British Columbia

Hmmmm... dreams.

I'm living a dream... but it could be better. I need to take these F*!#ing chains off... I'm sick of scanning documents for a living.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
Stopped by work on the way home from Wickenden's. I must get out of here before people start showing up. The company over coffee was great this morning (as usual) even if an apologetic Biloba showed late. He brought a peace offering, however... a black turtle neck sweater (and I think I actually like it). I had a great time getting my ass kicked by d. at ping-pong.

It's overcast today, and snow is in the forecast. Good. Good.

Only six days until takeoff. I miss Northern California. It will be nice to see family and old friends. I miss the mountains that raised me. I've been working on Thorn... (four beers, now! Four beers?) Our's is a family that lacks tradition... it's something that I regret. Thorn and I have, in the last two, or three years, gone out drinking Christmas Eve. That's the only tradition I have (and I value it greatly). I've wondered if getting a bit toasted over Christmas dinner would be a wise thing. It may not be a popular choice with my mother... but God, would it be so much fun!
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
It's dark out, again... as if it never changes.

people write essays on love. the message is that you can grab it with words define it with arguments. people write essays on truth. i believe they're trying to crucify me. people do these things for money. love and truth and money... it's all the same.

i want someone to hold my heart softly. i want someone to warm me with their eyes. i want someone to hold me under the blanket and watch the snow fall as the christmas tree stands in silent reverence. i want to trust that beauty will always be my friend.

i want suffering to end.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
I lose hope in the world when I reach over to find that my cup of coffee is now only an empty cup. What has become of this world? Simple pleasures...
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
I keep checking aol im. Looking for someone (anyone would not do).

Almost time to lock the gates and head home. I love weekends... but I really loathe Sunday evenings. Don't worry, me... it will be here soon whether I like it or not.

I have to write three papers this weekend. Damn.

Jared (my roommate) and I went snowshoeing last night. My God, Rock Canyon is such a beautiful place. If I did believe in God I would look for him/her/it there.

My green coffee beans have yet to come. This makes me sad. I'd really like to share with d. & a. (Sunday morning coffee)... Maybe next weekend. Our irregular coffee club is such a pleasure for me.

Must close library.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
Oh...

I've been working on my geocities web page. If anyone is interested : www.geocities.com/quinlama. There are some pictures from my vacation this past summer in the Sierra Nevada. I also started another (albeit boring) journal with the use of blogger (thanks d.) which is linked to my page. Have a look... let me know what you think.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
I'm not sure what's happening. It's near closing time, but it feels like I'm never going to get out of this place. I had a fun time this evening, chatting with Wickenden. He was sitting upstairs, in the library... check out his link, or my friends link. You'll see the top of my head, which is not unlike the head that belongs to Andre Agassi (or, so the photo would lead you to believe). I'm going down to ABG's tonight to see The Unlucky Boys. Tomorrow night will be spent at the Seven Peaks Arena (Provo's winter olympics venue) watching BYU's Ice cats play hockey against Montana State University. I wish this damn state would serve alcohol at it's sporting events. Sunday, coffee with Wickenden... Thank God for weekends, eh?
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
I had to stop at the coffee shop this morning, just to make it to work safely. I'm better now, even though I don't remember seeing a red light (I don't think I ran any). Candice was dressed up for Halloween. My god, she was (is) gorgeous. In all fairness, Ryan didn't look bad either (of course, he wasn't dressed up). It all seems like a dream now... so long ago, before the caffeine. Wickenden brought some beans to my desk yesterday. It's time to start the grinder, fill the library with the wonderful aromatics of Kenyan AA, and watch with loving care as the auto drip slowly fills the pot. *Sigh,* I'm in love....

Wickenden, Biloba.... Coffee, if you're interested.
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
Coffee and trail mix for breakfast. Biloba is on crack. I've noticed his certain affinity for calling people "dumb ass." Do ya need a cup o joe, Al? You're fucking cranky (but I love you anyway). I woke up late (something about a cold room, warm blankets, and a snooze button) and, of course, was late to work. Had to stop for coffee. Candice is a beautiful girl. I have to love most, if not all, coffee shop girls. There is something in the way they pour coffee. Maybe it's just the fact that they do pour coffee. Hmmm. The Chief was sitting with his cup of black medicine, but his head was pasted to the table. I couldn't tell if he was sleeping, or recovering from a hangover (and I didn't ask). So, I stumble in to work fifteen minutes late, still wondering if I can call in sick.... but I'm here, so I work. Sort of. I called my poor mother, whom I have not talked to in two weeks. And now I'm writing this. So much for work. Shit, I'm almost out of coffee... that's when the day really starts. I wonder if I can get away to the coffee shop. Another cup of coffee and I can work around work for another hour, or so. Hmmm....
kazatasupa: (burney mountain)
It's been a while... but I have a few moments while I finish drinking my coffee. I had a great weekend (first great weekend in a long time). I spent Friday night in the bar. Was drunk, of course! Found Biloba and Wickenden in the crowd... had good conversation. Biloba tried to get me into a fight by telling a military man with massive biceps guns that I was a killer. God, damn it Biloba!!! Fortunately, the episode cooled down enough that we could escape without further problems - and we ran to the grocery store for humus and pita bread (thanks for the snack a.). Saturday morning a group from the philosophy club went up rock canyon, picking up garbage along the way. I think our group was six, or seven in numbers and we found about 9 bags worth of shit laying around. It was a nice couple of hours in the cool morning... a girl from the club brought about five gallons of tasty hot chocolate. I enjoyed the after coffee beverage and the company. A. took me to lunch at IHOP afterwords (again, thanks man.). I made it home after two, took a long nap, and watched the (kill your) tv for a while. I had to ditch some friends and a night in Park City due to a lack of funds and a general feeling of laziness. However, Natalia begged me to hang with her and a friend (not that she would have to beg me to hang out). I convinced her to loan me $5 for the night... and we headed down to the bar to watch Henry Topaz and the Regency. It's funny, but Topaz is much better when I am drinking. They're actually a lot of fun, but I am so easily entertained when I have a beer sitting in front of me. On Sunday Natalia and I went to the coffee shop (she had oj, I had coffee.. oj, coffee.) Later, we hiked South Fork Canyon with Jared and two dogs (Raja - a dalmatian and Destiny - a pit bull). The dogs had a great time and I think I took some neat pictures, but the huge pasta lunch I had immediately before we left for the trail didn't really help me up the mountain. We only hiked about two miles, then sat on a foot bridge for a while. The running water, falling leaves and slight wind made for a beautiful afternoon. Last night Ruth came over, made some sort of vegetarian sausage dish with rice, and we all ate happily in front of the tube. Jared made some hot cocoa mixed with brandy and I slowly slipped into this morning. What a good fucking weekend...

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