it's not you I'm looking at...

bleach.

Sometimes I want to shave my head and get a huge tattoo of a spider right on top of my skull. And I could probably use a few more piercings....

But then I see someone like this, out of the rock show context, and man, it just looks like a huge cry for help. How to be a non-conforming conformist?

3 Fox in 1930

Found this on the internet. My house in 1930, already 44 years old. Now it's 117 years old and still looks basically the same. Larger picture here.

Swam

11. Or maybe 12. Hard to tell if I was lying to myself under the pressure.

The nearby "richy" neighborhood pool is closed for cleaning this week. So instead of sharing the pool with 2 other people, usually older women that spend more time chatting in the shallow end than swimming, my brother and I arrived to a packed pool of yuppies slumming in my neighborhood pool.

I know correlation is not causation but perhaps that's a key difference with people with money. They are up and at em aggressive types. I'm sure they were waiting in line at 6 am chanting "open, open, open" and there was no talking, just swim, swim, swim, and then out by 7 to get to that power job. Heck, I think it's amazing when I can arrive at the pool by 7.

Maybe that's why I'm not flowing with money. I hate getting out of bed before 8.

Swam

13.
Of course my sister-in-law swam 140 - and was probably still at work before me.

Argh

"I want you to know more than just what people think is safe to tell you," she said.
The boy said, "Like what more?"
"Like, when you're thinking about the rest of your life," she said, and she put her hand over her eyes, "you're never really thinking more than a couple years down the road."
And what else she said is, "By the time you're thirty, your worst enemy is yourself."

Choke - Chuck Palahniuk

Condensation

drips.

It's an amazing trick the bagel/coffee shop girl pulls. I'm jealous and envious of it. She, with her eyes, upper lip sneer, and condescending tone, tells you that you are the dumbass and she, in fact, is the enlightened, the smart one. She can see the car you pulled up in, the BMW SUV or the Honda hatchback and it doesn't matter, you've got it all wrong. You who work for the man and all the material things associated. She just cuts bagels. Somehow, everyone in line seems to want her life, the imagined freedom with it and she knows it, and abuses everyone with it. "Look at my lip ring" she dares, tonguing it at you over your food, "bet you can't have one of these at your job".

Swam

10 (I think).

Not good today. Let's just say if I was at Playa Dominical, near the south end, I'd have ended up as fish food.

Control

Giving it up and losing it. Two totally different things.