kazatasupa

on the stereo, as dim lights warm the house: miles davis: kind of blue - one of the greatest albums of all time

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 psilly, qzed, and one other person (because i'm bad with names, I hope someone will remind me). jentle has pictures, which I will post as soon as they become available...

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...

taken by my friend wickenden. this is me (letf) comforting biloba, who was afraid of the tomato.

Thanks, wickenden...

I had a great time last night.

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.

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!

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...

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.

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.

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...