The rest of the apartment looks like a zoo – but my sleeping sanctuary is complete. New bedroom dark Daytime Good Karma Shrine

There are just a few little projects to take on, but if someone walked in the door today I would not be embarrassed about the place. No my friends, you would not need to hop a cardboard box choochoo train. You would not be forced to drink coke out of wine glasses (although everyone should have that experience). I hope to finish off the patio and handle a few leftover items before the week is through. The only thing I dread would be finding a property to buy in just but a few weeks and having to move again. Aaaaiiigggghhh.

Foremost, let me say that I really enjoyed the first installment of this, the fourth film by Quentin Tarantino. For those of you not in the know, this movie is a continuation of, not a sequel to the first volume delivered last year: Kill Bill v.1. Now the first film, and you can find many sites which will explain this in further detail, was a hyper-gory, hyper-stylized, samurai sword bloodfest. Fewer heads rolled in the Reign of Terror. I walked in expecting to see sword-point impalings, decapitation, defenestration, and other sorts of mayhem. The movie starts off quite differently though. The opening scene is the star, Uma Thurman, driving a convertible down the road with a film screen displaying ‘road footage’ behind her.

Monday I took my first class in Flamenco guitar. I went with my friend The Army Guy to Starving Musician in Santa Clara and picked up a cheap classical six-string ($50.00 - what a deal). I went to the class and was pleased to see that the few things I remember about guitar technique and theory were really helpful. My teacher set me off with some challenges and I will work on it this week. I was really inspired to try to get back into this based on this brilliant flamenco show my sister and I saw in Madrid. It was great.

Since I returned from Sydney (now 3 months ago) I’ve been slowly trying to get caught up on those 2 months worth of doing nothingness. An area where I have been particularly deficient was auto maintenance. I took my car to the friendly dealership in Sunnyvale and they found that I needed my timing belt replaced ($$$), needed the 75K maintenance, and had a small nail in my tire. Well, I spent most of Friday taking care of the latter two items, and the first I must take care of on Monday. That means that I will have to do all my Monday-activity in a rental car.

When Mike and Grace were here the other weekend we stopped by my favorite Boba spot in San Francisco, “Sweet World”. If you want tapioca drinks, my friends, make sure you head up that way. It’s located at the corner of Grant and Corso Cristofo Colon (also known as Columbus Street). You can also get a great variety of Asian sweets there. Fortunately, the ones Mike got came with a wonderful bit of Engrish. Here’s the description (focus and flash made it difficult to photograph): Enjoy the softness of gentle breeze / that sweeps through the vineyard / spread vast on the hill in each soft / and juicy Kasugai Grape Gummy

I’ve been bad and have been skipping. I went and afterwards got a tasty Jamba Juice Jamba and yoga go together like Rumsfeld and cynicism. Bliss on that one my carrots. And, as I love Cat Power, here is a quote: Last night there was a party I could not go I sat around and I thought about it all night long I was thinking about that because on the way back from the asanas and the Jamba, David Sedaris was talking about being lonely and feeling pathetic for it. Wily interviewatrix, Teri Gross pointed out that David had consciously moved to Paris, where he knows no one, and doesn’t speak the language and yet he is lamenting being lonely?

I get a Fiesta del Mar pitcher o’ Margaritas in my bloodstream. Well, generally not a whole pitcher :)

Google Wifi to blanket Mountain View, CA