Transformers

I watched the movie today and my review of it is,
I fell asleep in during the action sequences.
It's certainly not the best movie ever made, and really not even
a good movie. I have sentimental attachment to it though,
growing up with the toys and the saturday morning cartoon,
and also for my fondness of heavy machinery
and mechanical design.

I wouldn't be surprised if only boys younger than twelve
(and their dads) enjoy this movie, start to finish.
I thought it had some nice snippets
and a coupla funny jokes.

Speaking of machines, HyperLight is a champ.
The brake pads wear out real fast here, though,
and I'm a li'l sis on the downhill, riding 'em.

***

Here in Seaside Library, the internet is free for one hour.
You sign up at the circ desk for the next free slot.
While I wait my turn, I read books.

Today, I found these two:
[excerpts]


All day I think about it and then at night I say it.
Where did I come from and what am I supposed to be doing?
I have no idea.

My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that,
and I intend to end up there.

Who looks out with my eyes?
What is the soul? I can not stop asking.
If I could taste one sip of answer, I could break
out of this prison for drunks. I didn't come here
of my own accord, and I can't leave that way.
Whoever brought me here will have to take me home.

I never know what I am going to say.
I don't plan it. When I am outside
the saying of it, I get very quiet
and rarely speak at all.

From books and words come fantasy, and
sometimes, from fantasy comes union.

Rumi

***

You ask why I've settled in these emerald mountains,
and so I smile, mind at ease of itself, and say nothing.

Peach blossoms drift streamwater away deep in mystery:
it's another heaven and earth, nowhere among people.

Li Po

Protect or Destroy?

I start my new job on Monday. My first project is block sanding a '67 Mustang.
I got myself a real job, finally, like a real man, make my momma proud.

I work in a body shop now called River's Edge.


For the first time in about eight months, I'm taking myself to the movies.

Head Land

I take it back, getting to the top of Tillamook Head is not as easy as I thought.
It's where I've been living for the past three nights, in the thick of the rain forest with a view of the ocean about a thousand feet straight down out the front flap of my tent. In my new forest home I've spotted three elk, countless spiders, gnats, mosquitoes, a couple snakes, and a real live Bald Eagle. I can see now why they're so special. I've never seen a real one before. I am filthy, muddy, and unwashed, standing in the Visitor's Center at Seaside, about six miles away from my tent, with a big wad of butterscotch saltwater taffy in my teeth.



I can't think of a better way to spend a holiday.

Okay. I'm going back outside now. I'm starting to get curious looks from all the retirees in here,
probably wondering to themsleves, "What's that smell?"