Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Things I have seen - 3.5 months in pictures

Let's start with Halloween.



Sam dressed up like the Purple Pieman to my Strawberry Shortcake, though he didn't know who the hell that was, having grown up in London and all. Girls were trying to smell his hat all night. My hat smelled like strawberries.

The next day, he and Aaron made beer.



I love that about them.

Beautiful Adriana made me a giant Turkey.



And David and Shawn made me laugh all night despite the coma from the giant Turkey.



Miss Mary showed me the joys of the Barcade.



I went to Jenny's X-mas party in the Burque.



Atticus is her dainty little doggy, who slept between us.



I'm not sure how. I reunited with my old kitty friend, Olivia Newton John.



Still the funniest cat of all time.

The party was a real humdinger. Some pics are too racy for bloggin.'



Derwin was in rare form that night.

And I got to see Toastie!



Damn, that guy is tall.

Sam and I saw family for the holidays. This is my nephew, his wife and their son:



And this is their daughter:



Sam and his nephew, Isaac:



Isaac was smashing chips.

We got our whole fam damilies together in Tucson. Here's my mom and sis:



After all of that, I needed a drink. Thank goodness for Tammara coming to town...



Davriana and Rothko cured my hangover.



We got a new toy and took it to the Editor in Santa Barbara.



Lookie at her little gatos!



In San Francisco, Cat indocrinated me in the school of dim summin' it:



And I reunited with Seana after 6 long years.



Yeah. That's all I'm sayin.

I got to spend time in the park with these beautiful ladies:



All because of my wonderful hosts, Gabe and Mariah.



Are they not sublime?

We found a new house to share with Maaron.



We move in a week and a half. Yikes. Why am I not packing?

We said goodbye to Gleno in the longest train of bikes I have ever seen.



And the shadows stretched quietly to the lake that day.



I came home to a cat ready to party.



Wonderful friends and karaoke madness:





A black and white birthday party to end all black and white birthday parties.













And yesterday was a relaxing day at the beach with my Jen.



Next time I promise to show pictures more frequently.
But tomorrow, I must pack.
So much has happened.
I am tired, but content.

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

The Shocker

You may remember him as the best man at our wedding. Or perhaps as the man who invited the vegetarians to a Meat Fest in West Covina. I remember him as many things, and especially as the man who dubbed me, "The Sinner" afer only knowing me a few moments. It is the best nickname I will ever have. He was my Sam's dearest friend.



I absolutely HATE that I am posting this right now. I would give all of my limbs not to have to say this right now. Gleno McIntosh was the single most funny, loving, gregarious, open, warm and wonderful man I have ever known- next to my Sam, of course. Nobody, but nobody, met Gleno and did not immediately adore him. I remember the first time I met him and how welcoming he was to me, in the midst of a sea of burly and sometimes surly motorcyclists. He always made me feel at home and his home, at home at the race track, or at home at otherwise potentially discombobulating motorcycling events. He could barbeque like nobody's business. He loved his beautiful wife, Terri, and was never afraid to show it. He was not above singing and dancing to Alanis Morissette. We took him to his first musical, "We Will Rock you", in Vegas, and he showed such boyish enthusiasm for the show that he made us delighted with it all over again. He made us laugh- oh, how he made us laugh- with socially inappropriate comments, colloquilisms, and good old fashioned jokes more than anyone I have ever known.

He will be missed.

He will be loved forever.

Stories will be told about the legend of this man for time immemorial.

Last night, we lost our Gleno in a tragic motorcycle accident. I can only be happy for the time we knew him, for the special and often hilarious moments we shared with him, and especially for the fact that he did not die alone on the road last night.

Gleno, you silly bastard! You are gone too soon!

I know you will be smiling down on us for all time, bacskseat driving the barbeque, admonishing us whenever we miss an opening for a joke, and filling us with appreciation for the moments of good times on the Road of This Wild Life.

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend.

I cannot expess our sadness.

Our hearts go out to Terri, his children, the rest of his family, and everyone else who has ever met him.

Goddamnit.

Monday, February 05, 2007

RAW Power



I just found out he left the realm on January 11th. Why the world did not weep or laugh more audibly that day is a mystery for the ages. I knew he was sick. We sent him 23.23 pounds sterling (Hail Eris) to help with medical bills a few months ago when we heard. He may have died a pauper, but at least he was never a goddamned wage slave. His books shaped the way I think, the way I try to operate in the world, my perceptions of time, space, coincidence, and "truth."

Here is (what seems to be) his last blog entry, dated January 6th:

"Various medical authorities swarm in and out of here predicting I have between two days and two months to live. I think they are guessing. I remain cheerful and unimpressed. I look forward without dogmatic optimism but without dread. I love you all and I deeply implore you to keep the lasagna flying.

Please pardon my levity, I don't see how to take death seriously. It seems absurd."

Rest in Chaos
Robert Anton Wilson
January 18, 1932- who knows?
Author, philosopher, speaker, guru, essayist, psychologist, dope-smoker, magician, space man, pope, agnostic, and all around enigmatic Coyote hero.

If you haven't already- go read Prometheus Rising.
Then stand on your head and read it again.
Then read some Tim Leary and read it again.
Fnord.