It's Leap Day, and I'm trying to squeeze out another coldsmoke update during the month of February here.
      I'm recovering nicely from the recent bike wreck. The road rash has healed up quite neatly now, and the only thing that's bothering me is this dang shoulder of mine. I managed to drill it pretty good when I bailed, and I woke up that Monday morning barely able to lift it out of bed. I've said this before:
He said, "I'm fabulously rich
Come on, just let's go."
She kind of bit her lip:
"Geez, I don't know."
But I can guarantee
There'll be no knock on the door
I'm total pro here
That's what I'm here for...
I come from downtown
Born ready for you
Armed with will and determination
And grace, too.
-- Tragically Hip,
Grace, Too
you read about all the dangers inherit in the sedentary lifestyle, heart attacks and what not; but you never read about the dangers inherit in an athletic lifestyle. You're always sore somewhere, scraping something, bruising something, breaking something, straining something. Makes you wonder if heart disease isn't a decent trade for it all :)

      Hopefully there will be less bike wrecks in my immediate future, because I'm finally buying a car. Master Spinks is moving to New York City (bless that little heart of his) and I'm relieving him of his old '92 Blazer, affectionately called "Laverne." I'm really going to miss things like the guy on the bus today who said that he noticed me because I "seemed real friendly" (I couldn't tell if this guy wanted to buy pot from me or wanted to ask me out on a date). I'm also going to miss getting crapped on by a pigeon at the bus stop (this gem happened just last week) and getting drenched when it's raining. Not to mention the road rash that I'll be relieving myself of.
      Woo hoo, a vehicle. I was riding over to Trudy's with Gabe yesterday and I was doing a little dance in her car, saying, "I'm going to have A/C, and I'm going to have a CD player, and I'm going to have leather seats, and I'm going to have a CAR!" Gabe told me that she couldn't believe how stoked I was getting about this car, and I told her that I couldn't believe it either. I feel like a little kid a Christmas getting something that he's really wanted. This is so sweet, it just works out perfect. I get a vehicle, Spinks gets capital for his move to NYC, everyone's happy.
      Tomorrow I've scheduled a christening for the new vehicle. I've laid up a few champagne bottles at work and told everyone it's BYOG - bring your own glass. After eighteen months, it's time to let the Leper go and let the healing begin (for a picture of the old Leper, check her out here).

      Still single. Yawn.

      "Every new beginning is some other beginning's end," and even as I'm getting this new vehicle another vehicle is coming to an end: Sr. Yows is packing up the Claymores and playing one last show over at the Hole in the Wall this Friday night. I've been listening to their first demo CD for the past two days on repeat play on the old CD player there, and I still like it. Gregg puts it succinctly: "come out, have a beer, and shed a big old tear for the little band that couldn't." I think Gregg's bumming a little bit about the whole mess, but I think that he'll also get it figured out before too long. Hell, it only took me eighteen months to get over the Leper.
Out of site, but not out of mind:

Leslie, who changes domains like some people change bad habits. Box doesn't seem very accessible right now, so you might give her a shot here. Or here.
Cantone (who's been reading too much superbad). He's also got another site, sponsored by not endorsed by Human Code, here.
Scream Design, which provided the great spinning ying/yang on the home page
Jennifer, my reunion escort
• And someone I work with asked me to plug our site, garden.com


      I'm on the last act of The Winter's Tale, and after that all I've got is The Tempest. About two years ago, I decided that I would finally set out and read all of the Shakespeare plays by going cover to cover on my "complete works" (Bevington, Third Edition). I chugged through all of the comedies and histories without any problems, but I started feeling really lousy as I worked through the tragedies. Titus Andronicus, Romeo and Juliet, Julius Caesar, Hamlet, Othello, and by the time I started on King Lear I was getting really depressed. All of this doom and gloom was getting to me, and I had to put the stuff down until I thought that I was in a better frame of mind. So every few months I'd pick up Lear again, but it would always bring me down (I still can't think of Gloucester being blinded without shivering). Finally about two weeks ago, I re-read Lear and it opened up the gates. I knocked off the rest of the tragedies and came into the home stretch of the "romances" (Pericles, Cymbeline, The Winter's Tale, and The Tempest). It takes me two or three days to read a play, generally, so by next week I'll have knocked off this goal. It only took six years, but it's finally done :)

      In celebration of the Shakespeare and all of this beginning and endingness, the quote of the week is from Julius Caesar, and it was one of the very first things on the web site way back in 1998:

      There is a tide in the affairs of men, which taken at the flood leads on to fortune; omitted, all the voyage of their life is bound in shallows and in miseries.

Soft now, swift. I will attend.
      This web site was last updated on 2/29/2000.

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