Dec
2012

0

Old stale summer post

I just found this old blog post festering in my draft folder.
  • House hunting has gobbled up lots of our life cycles. We’ve got a ton of education to show for it, but no house. We’ve ridden through some intensely stressful weeks. The fact that I didn’t total melted down during our peek intensity moments is directly attributed to the personal growth I’ve had in the past year. It’s nice to have concrete metrics.
  • We had a miraculous crib -> bed transition. Jasper is about to start pre-school next week. In the future we’ll need to tackle potty training, and a moving to a new house. Then we get a special prize.
  • We were magically gifted free tickets to the circus, so we decided to see how Jasper would fare. It turned out pretty amazing. Jasper was spent the first half completely captivated, occasionally standing up to do some dancing. The lure of the elevator we found during intermission was strong during the 2nd half, so we split out time between the epic circus and a bemused arena elevator operator.
  • me: “can I eat some nectarine?”
    Jballs: “No. No nectarine.”
    me: *makes sad face*
    Jballs: “Are you sad?”
    me: “A little.”
    Jballs: “Shall we get blanket?”
  • right before eating spicy green salsa: “I’m going to eat this and then I will cry”. And then he totally did.
  • We had our first full ballz to wallz Krudden epic summer in a couple years. SCI, parents, Seattle, Boston, three weddings, cape code, fun the sierra mountains, and a cooking class to boot.
  • We pushed Jasper pretty hard at Jordan and Lisa’s ridiculously awesome farm wedding. We manged to stay until the funk band started up around 8:30, and then Jasper went ballistic on the dance floor. He was on fire. He had a circle of women around him, and his characteristically reserved manner was put on hold for some mad awesomeness. It was a best case scenario, and it was my happiest moment I’ve been lucky enough to share with him. He barely left the dance floor during the entire first set.
  • Jasper actively likes the dark. He’ll go around and turn off all the lights on the regular, and prefers to sleep in total darkness.
Jul
2012

0

Visualize Raising the Anchor

  • In early May, our landlord dropped the “wanting to sell our house” bomb, and we are now expected to form an exit strategy. My initial strategy involved shitting my pants. Stina seems to have adopted a more constructive approach. The deadline for our departure hasn’t been set, nor have we been able to secure our next domicile, but we are expending a lot of energy on it. At the same time I’ve transitioned to a completely different job in my company. Needless to say, any illusions of life stability have been shat upon with great shittings of fuck. This is also may explain the dearth of quality pics and videos for the past three months.
  • We’ve been playing a lot of “Is it dog poop?”, which is inevitably followed by “Daddy I touch?”
  • Jasper often uses the word “something” which he uses conviction and urgency, granting us no clue to what he wants.
  • During a recent diaper change dance, he said “big penis” and pointed at his johnson. This is a very advanced 2 year old. On that note, after all the water has drained out of his bath, he likes to pee into a cup and then pour it on himself.
  • He keeps asking for different music until I put on the 80’s hair band station on Pandora. His absolute favorite song is “Love in an Elevator”, because he thinks its a song about loving elevators. Gates, elevators, and rail road crossings still have prime seating in his frontal lobe.
  • Jasper drew a dot using a crayon and said “Booger”. I then verified he really said what I thought he did.
  • Jasper: “I need spoon.” Me: “What do you need a spoon for?” Jasper: “For the internet”.
  • I’ve been cultivating new styles of patience in my life. Since my back has been hurting a lot as late, so I’ve had to  train myself from trying to pull or lift Jasper from point A to point B. I need to guide him, and if he isn’t interested in going the way I want him to go, I basically need to wait it out. I’m also working on restraining myself from stopping Jasper from doing things I know won’t work out (as long as there is no danger). Otherwise the consequences of pulling the fire alarm is only heresay.
  • When he discovers something in his vicinity, everyone nearby needs to know about it. He doesn’t get too discouraged when people don’t pay attention to him. Also, in this regard, Jasper has suddenly become assertive in ensuring other people, especially little ones, follow our arbitrary rules, even though he doesn’t necessarily subscribe to them himself.
  • Jasper requests a new song almost every night before going in the crib, and he gets to choose the subject matter. I enjoy developing a new improv skill.
  • I usually skim and discard most parenting blog posting that come my way. This article, even though I’ve heard some of it before, it really resonated with me, and changed the way I approach tantrums. I now lean into tantrums, imaging that as a blockage that needs to be cleared.
  • There was some recent Bostony goodness. Sucks to be near us on a plane, though really, it sucks to be us. We spend some time with our folks, the MA crew, some Obie’s, Jasper’s g-parents, and hit up Special K’s beautiful wedding in VT.




Oct
2011

0

Summer Whiplash

  • Summer manhandled me a little bit this year. You’d think my primary focus at this point would be my child, but this summer I had to focus a little more on me. My emotional baggage area was filled to overcapacity, and some of that baggage came tumbling out. It was both scary and enlightening. Working on yourself is a challenging endeavor, but it was overdue. I’m viewing my present behaviors through the lens of my past and its been a little illuminating.  Instead of just accepting my feelings and actions as they occur, I’m occasionally trying to step outside the moment and ask why I’m responding that way.
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  • Along with some heavy internal re calibration thats going on, this summer has been pretty bat shit crazy ever since we returned from Europe. We’ve had four sets of people come and visit with us, sadly said goodbye to the Kirkbutts, attended numerous small child related celebrations, went back east and to Colorado. We pretty much discarded the notion of downtime.
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Dave, Erin, and Mica


Tom

Josh and Jo and Dan, Abby, and Abra Fae visited as well.

  • I went to LA for 48 hrs to visit with Dave, Keri, and Juila. And since I was already there, Dave and I meandered over to the hollywood bowl to see Phish. The parking lot antics set a new bar for behavior awesomeness. We managed to cobble together the tagline our new company: “We stream shit to your business”. Our first product is “vacusuck”.

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  • I’ve also been rather preoccupied trying to finish up album numero 6. Finishing an album is never that fun, and takes a lot of time, which I seem to have less of then I used to. Its finally all starting to come together, which is quite a relief. I’m ready to move on to other musical pastures. I’ve also invested far too much time into my website, making it twice as spiffy, and forcing it dump oodles of useless data in my database. Now I know where all 14 of you live. Reading blogs has consequences.
  • I love this kid too much. I like him most of the time. Spending long stretches of time alone with him, something that happens with some regularity,  has become much more enjoyable. Behavioral firsts are popping up with a little more frequency these days, and the occasional new word sneaks into his incomprehensible babbling. He fucking knows things, man. When I read books, Jballs now points out the things that he recognizes. We’re regularly attempting to introduce sharing into his repertoire. He’s really generous with the high fives and hugs though.

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  • Stina and I have different strategies for dealing with behavior that violates the principals of our cookbook for awesome living. Unfortunately, she is unable to accept that I am right all the time, so I’m resorting to smiling patronizingly at her every time Jasper hits me with a stick. This kid has quite an arm, and might be getting mixed messages. I blame mommy.
  • Jasper has found his 3rd gear. His favorite things right now are bubbles and balloons. He loves to be chased, so were are considering adopting a tiger cub.
  • His ability to comprehend what we are saying is increasing rapidly. Unfortunately, that skill set seems come with some fairly sharp “No!”s and the occasional tantrum. We are in the pre-2 zone, and trouble is on the horizon. We are aware this is a sweet spot, and are treasuring it when we remember to.
  • Stina and I used to argue nature (me) vs. nurture (stina) when we were teenagers. It’s amusing to catch 1.5 year old Jasper compulsively put things back in their “place”. One point for Stina.
  • We caught the first day of Outside Lands, since Phish was headlining. Grandma flew in for the weekend, and good times were granted. I saw an AMAZING show of Zappa plays Zappa opening up for Return to Forever. Blew my mind. Definitely the top show for 2011.


Apr
2011

1

There can be only ONE!

Little JBalls is no longer 0 years old. This has been, by far, the longest 365+ days of my life. His too, by definition. The transformation from oppressive larvae to little boy has been astonishing. I now belong to the not-so-exclusive club of people who have experienced the magic of watching a child become aware of the world around them. The dues are pretty steep, but membership has its privileges.

I’ve learned I could operate on much less sleep then I imagined I could. I now see both danger and wonder in every new environment. Silly noises consistently punctuate most of my actions. I’ve never done so much dancing in my living room before. My life is basically not recognizable to my pre-child self. It’s not like I can’t remember what my life was like with out him, but I can’t imagine my life without him. The thought of leaving him for two weeks (which I will do this summer) makes me feel sad and empty, so I plan on filling that void with delicious alcohol.


Little JBalls now points incessantly. He’s able to comprehend a little bit of what I’m saying. His first word is “dog”, and we hunt them with ease on our street. He will select a favorite book from his box, I will sit down cross legged, he’ll crawl into my lap, and we’ll read it 4 times in a row. He’s very generous with hugs, especially if he hasn’t seen me in 30 minutes. He loves to spin. When he wants to go out side, he fetches his shoes, and sometimes ours as well.

I reached an unrealized parenting milestone when I was talking on the phone and a squealing naked baby came zooming past me.

He also had his first ear infection. This was the first time I heard his serious pain cry. My concern for him was overwhelming. It broke my heart, and I wanted to do everything in my power to make him feel better. After several poor nights of sleep, he woke us at 5:30am, and my very first thought was “thank goodness he let us sleep in an extra half hour”. Thats a thought my old self couldn’t comprehend.


His first birthday party was held at a local park. In typical Krudden fashion, it lasted for 6.5 hours. On his actual birthday, we spent the day trying to make him as happy as possible, and I believe we succeeded. It was a wonderful weekend.


In the last 30 days, we’ve had visitors for 21 of them. Stina’s parents came for almost two weeks, and celebrated Jasper’s birthday with us. It was a great visit, Stina and I caught up on some sleep, and the house now has a built in spice rack. We got out to see Trey Anastasio at the fox with Rachel. We even had a funtastic night out sans JBalls in Sausilto. I took the ferry out from San Fran after work for gorgeous view of the fog rolling over the GG bridge, met up with Stiners, and begin raging when my feet were on solid ground. We were asleep in our hotel by 9pm.
Tom came in for quick visit from Seattle. Gail and Dan flew in from Maui for a education conference, and they stayed for a few days at our place. I got an opportunity to talk with Gail about Graham’s passing, and that re-opened some pretty intense feelings of loss. There was a 45 minute window when Gail and Dan left and my sis-in-law appeared from Boston. Then Dr. Doug  joined us the next day. I do love me some visitors. JBalls takes a while to warm up to all these strange people.


And Haber learned to point too!



I’ve put in some hours in my studio on some general fuzz tunes as well. I had my first recording session with a professional classically trained vocalist, Phoebe Alexander. That was a pretty fascinating experience. She notated the music I send her to listen to, and proceeded to hit some wicked high notes. Color me impressed.
Sep
2010

2

Half Dozen

  • Jasper is 6 months old. The last 6 months felt like 2 years to us. He’s a pre-crawling machine. Thankfully, he’s still a really happy little dude. Just somewhat insane. Wonder where he got that from?
  • Last week, when I got home from work, I walked right past Stiners and Jasper on the way to the livingroom. When I walked out of the room, Jasper started crying. I came back to play with him, and he lit right up. This is how he tricks me into loving him. Manipulative bastard.
  • There was a marked difference travelling across the country with a 2 month old and very active 6 month old. J-balls wasn’t unhappy about being on the airplane, but he’s just a very loud, squirmy little guy. You really don’t want to sit anywhere near us. I was totally wiped after a very long day, and after walking home from Stiners house, I unpacked my dop kit in the dark, and proceeded to brush my teeth with Cortizone 10. After 15 seconds of brushing, I knew something was terribly wrong. I rinsed several times with Listerine, and water, and attempted to erradiacte the horrible taste in my mouth with toothpaste. I then asked the internet how bad this was, and could not find anything useful, so I broke my poison control hotline cherry. Fortunately, they didn’t make me feel any more of a dumb ass then I already felt. They said they get this call all the time, and that I did the right thing with the rinsing, and I’d be fine. So, hopefully, if anyone else in the world googles “brush teeth cortizone”, they’ll end up here. You’re welcome.
  • Every baby has a least one thing that really challenges their parents. I’ve only now recognized that Jasper’s insanely high activeness and strength is what I’m really struggling with. Stiners and I are not strong, nor super long on endurance. Jasper’s continues to get more active and stronger every day, while I feel like I’m heading in the other direction. It’s already a challenge to keep up with him, and its about to get a lot harder since he’s now mobile.
  • Its important to aim J-Ball’s mighty man tool downwards after putting a diaper on. Otherwise, it’s wet onsies all around. So we have converstaions like this:
    “Penis down?”
    “Penis down.”
  • Jiboo’s godparents came out for a short visit. It was crazy fun, with the emphasis on crazy.
  • For Stiner’s birthday, I decided to throw her a “surprise” birthday in Newton. So I came over on her birthday with a Cabot’s birthday cake in hand, and told her we were having a party. The doorbell rang like 3 minutes later, and the party began. This way she didn’t have to do any mental or physical prep, but didn’t have the actual “SURPRISE” moment, which I believe would have introduced severe trust issues in our relationship. ‘Twas a good party.
  • During late pregnancy, I thought it would be nice if I could fast forward to having a six month old. In my mind, it would be better to have a baby that was somewhat interactive, and less of a very needy lump of goo. Now in retrospect, these past six months have been some of the richest of my life. So if I had a time machine, I would go back like 5 years and buy lots of google stock.
  • To celebrate the 6 month of Japser’s life outside the womb, I will introduce a radical new concept in Jasper voyeurism: video.  Here’s a glimpse at early drunk style crawling:
Aug
2010

4

Got Jiboo

  • Jiboo will now grab anything within reach. This can make night time feedings more “fun.” While  I’m totally devoid of chest hair, both nipple and armpit hair are ripe for yanking. Also, my beard is an excellent handle to my face.
  • J-Nuts thinks an empty mouth is a wasted opportunity. He prefers his maw to be full of, well, anything.
  • He’s also a rather large little dude. Apparently, he’s 95th percentile in height, 80th in weight, and 65th in capacity to love. Bottom teeth are coming in fast, and he’s taking it better then we expected. Overall, he’s a fairly happy guy, which is the most I can hope for.
  • He’s super active and crazy strong. He can lift my waterbottle full of water. I have lots of fears about the future, trying to keep up with his antics and tomfoolery. But, damn, he  looks good in yellow.
  • July was crazy intense. Dave SG organized an executed a giant mural, moved in, and then left the bay area for the east coast with Erin, who’s currently in deep incubate. I reluctantly suspect more of my friends will leave the bay area over time, especially those with growing families.
  • It seems that every weekend we are going to parties. And by parties, I mean BBQs. Thats how we mid thirties folk like to rage – in the afternoon.
  • We celebrated our 6th wedding anniversary with a trip to the Marin County Fair.  Tea Leaf Green played a solid afternoon set. It’s such a bargain. $15 gets a day of free rides, a chance to “interact” with a huge amount of live stock, lots of cool art and performances, two concerts, and fireworks. Booze is even free if you sneak it in.
  • Sometimes I attempt to entertain Jasper in a manic, high energy assault. It turns out this type of interaction tends to freak other babies out. Its nice to leave a room of crying babies in your wake.
  • As you would expect, a woman in Stina’s mother group is a classmate of mine from high school who’s married to the assistant general manager of the Oakland A’s. This is how I found myself in a luxury box at Oakland coliseum with surrounded by babies on a Sunday afternoon. Babies are indifferent to luxury boxes, which is a shame.
  • Summer officially arrived with three nights of Phish at the Greek theater.  It was both slightly irresponsible of the band (due to the theater’s small size) and of me to go (what with the baby).  Most importantly, Dave and Keri Patry came in for the weekend. Keri was the true rock star, babysitting the two nights that Stina came. It was surprising to find that we were the median age at the shows. A cool thing about the Greek theater is that you can see the entire audience, and everyone was so very pumped to be at such an “intimate” show. Fortunately, Phish played “Got Jiboo” on Saturday night when Stina was there. They are sounding as good as I remember in recent years. The fun factor was high.
  • Top Dave Patry quotes from the weekend:
  1. “Heyoooo!” (during a silent moment after Trey said something about the magic wood for his new guitar)
  2. “Food: it’s, like, nourishing, man” (as a potential slogan for food)
  3. “Someone said something about a nap, and I thought ‘cool'” (on why we ended up being late getting in line for a show)
  4. “I do not condone wearing sports gear.” (After Stina asked if he had a Red Sox hat, oblivious that he was wearing a 2010 olympic games hat)
  • I’ve been suprised to discover there is actually something better then falling in love with my son – it’s watching Stina falling madly in love with him.
  • Feb
    2010

    4

    The Baby Bomb

    We’ve had a really fabulous run of awesomeness for the past decade or so. We’ve been super blessed in so many ways. In the last few years though, it sometimes felt like we were going through the motions. After eating so much cake, it became less exciting to partake in life’s chocolaty goodness. Time oozed on and often slipped away.

    Time sure got a kick in the pants once the happy circle on the pee stick entered out lives. Since then we sourced a house, moved in, acquired a plethora of baby accessories, threw several parties (housewarming, superbowl, an epic baby shower), formed a small army of doctors, experienced many different styles of yoga, and connected with tons of people. We’ve had visitors stay in our fancy new guest room, built a ton of IKEA furniture, and made the house our home. I got to watch Stina experience life differently every day. The previous pattern of life was obliterated. Don’t get me wrong. I’ve crammed in too many concerts (highlights were Big Organ Trio and Leftover Salmon), toiled down on some serious general fuzz tunage, and started to really venture out in the the east bay (buying relatively high end baby gear on craigslist results in visiting the many suburbs of the east bay). I’ve managed to really savor almost every day for the past 9-10 months. Life has that sparkle again.

    We’ve been approaching this whole baby thing fairly non-traditionally, which is true to form. People knew we were pregnant a few days after we did. Fortunately the baby stuck, but we wanted our community to rally around us if it didn’t. Our large scale co-ed baby shower was really a party that was baby shower themed. I’d like to think that our shower takes the prize for amount of alcohol consumed. Our community is having a huge hand in helping us name the baby. I’m really happy when we buck the trend.

    On the other hand, OMG WE’RE ABOUT TO HAVE A BABY!!! This is no longer an abstract concept. We’re in the end game now. We just learned that the baby is currently in breech position (feet first). We’re going to attempt an external version (where her doctor attempts to push the baby around) on Tuesday. If that doesn’t work, we’re having a c-section in nine days. Single digits, people.

    When we talk about the future with our son, I have no concept what it will be like. Its no fun thinking about letting go of all activities that bring me joy. On the other hand, the concept of not doing these things can only be referenced in a life where everything is exactly the same except I’m not writing music, being social, seeing shows, and being goofy with Stiners. Well that last one will be omni present in our lives, but it will be a more, “I’m so tired, I’m going to vomit” kinda goofing around. I can’t conceptualize what life will be with child. I know there’s going to be a lot of love, challenges, and personal growth, but its all really abstract right now. People say everything will change once you see/hold your baby. I’m curious if thats true. I won’t consider it a failure if its doesn’t happen. I’m wagering the whole process will be a rewarding experience, one way or another. It would be astonishing if everyone was lying. I guess that would be worth finding out too. Then I could expose the great parent conspiracy on this blog.

    Nov
    2009

    1

    East Bay Ahoy!

    Life, which seemed to be a little more open to interpretation a few short months ago, has become rather tightly focused of late. The destination of this journey is baby, and there several well defined hoops that we are jumping through. Even though I know its more about the journey then the destination, its hard to lose track of the destination at this point. Of couse, life can always throw us a few curve balls, so I remain supple and open to its flow.
    The fabulous news is that we’ve found our fabulous new home in the east bay. We’re wicked psyched about that. Now we need to move all our stuff from A to B. Fortunatly, with Stina at the helm, we’re already ahead of schedule. We’ve already donated and sold ALL of our excess possessions, and there’s a solid showing of boxes already stacked around the house. All the art is down, and this apartment sucks way more then it did a week ago. As much as I’m sad to leave our fabulous neighborhood, this long goodbye is prepping me to look forward to starting our next chapter.
    We celebrated Halloween in the only way we know how – in a cabin in Yosemite surrounded by hippies and killer music. I really brought my A game for our final appearance at Las Tortugas, the best music festival in the universe. Strangers commented on all costume changes. I freaking RAGED all weekend long, while Stina rested comfortably in our sweet sweet love cabin. Unforuntatly our neighbors raged much harder then we did, blasting the tunes till past 6 am. I was too tired to be affected by it, but alas, Stina complete lack of raging rendered her helpless to the onslaught of noice. I think I’d give top honors to Dumpstafunk, with Umphree’s second, and Tea Leaf Green third. TLG really brought it big this year.
    Last friday one of my band dreams came true when Sean Lehe paired up with Asher Fulero in “Mo-Ped”. They were rounded out by Marshall Harrell (New Monsoon) on bass and Dave Brogan (ALO) on kit. I started off the evening right at JP Cutler’s suprise b-day dinner, and then dove deep in the Mo-Ped show. Those guys can freaking jam. I ran into bunches of folks from Los Tortugas, and one person who knew me as the guy with lots of costumes. Booyeah.
    My internet love is running at an all time high right now. Craigslist allowed me to trade an office chair for a bike, which is AWESOME. Craigslist did a head fake though with tickets to Widespead Panic, what with the dude bailing on me last minute. So I jumped on the Bart, headed to the GORGEOUS new Fox Theater, and got second row center balcony tickets from the box office! Aww yeah! Then I forced the two folks who had to accompany me in (cause I had a dangerous laptop and might be able to “take pictures” – no lie, this is the reason I was accompanied by TWO security peeps) to wait at the merch booth while I snapped up the LAST killer poster. Booyeah! Then I happily checked my bag + poster, and rocked the fuck! WSP was awesome.
    Last night we went to see Kate and Maggie dance in the go go spectacular, which was surprisingly awesome. Its insane how talented my friends are. Like Tom, who competed in a Championship Triathlon this past weekend. Or Amanda Gean, who ran 20 miles. Or Tony, who went fishing.

    Life, which seemed to be a little more open to interpretation a few short months ago, has become rather tightly focused of late. The destination of this journey is baby, and there several well defined hoops that we are jumping through. Even though I know its more about the journey then the destination, its hard to lose track of the destination at this point. Of course, life can always throw us a few curve balls, so every morning I tense up, clutch my sweet ass, and shut my eyes as I boldly attack my day.

    The good word is that we’ve found our fabulous new home in the east bay. We’re wicked psyched about that. Now we need to move all our stuff from A to B. Fortunately, with Stina at the helm, we’re already ahead of schedule. We’ve already donated and sold all of our excess possessions, and there’s a solid showing of boxes stacked around the house. All the art is down, and this apartment now sucks way more then it did a week ago. As much as I’m sad to leave our amazing neighborhood, this long goodbye is on the verge of dragging on, and I’m beginning to anticipate starting the next chapter of our lives.

    We celebrated Halloween in the only way we know how – in a cabin in Yosemite surrounded by hippies and killer music. I really brought my A game for our probable final appearance at Las Tortugas, the best music festival in the universe. Strangers commented on all costume changes. I freaking RAGED all weekend long, while Stina rested comfortably in our sweet sweet love cabin. Unforuntatly our neighbors raged much harder then we did, blasting the tunes till past 6 am. I was too tired to be affected by it, but alas, Stina complete lack of raging rendered her helpless to the onslaught of  “bonus rock”. I think I’d give top honors to Dumpstafunk, with Umphree’s second, and Tea Leaf Green third. TLG really brought it big this year.

    Last friday one of my band dreams came true when Sean Lehe paired up with Asher Fulero in “Mo-Ped“. They were rounded out by Marshall Harrell (New Monsoon) on bass and Dave Brogan (ALO) on kit. I started off the evening right at JP Cutler’s suprise b-day dinner, and then dove deep in the Mo-Ped show. Those guys can freaking jam. I ran into bunches of folks from Los Tortugas, and one person who knew me as the guy with lots of costumes. Booyeah.

    My internet love is running at an all time high right now. Craigslist allowed me to trade an office chair for a bike, which is AWESOME. Craigslist did a head fake though with tickets to Widespead Panic, what with the dude bailing on me last minute. So I jumped on the Bart, headed to the GORGEOUS new Fox Theater, and got second row center balcony tickets from the box office! Aww yeah! Then I forced the two folks who had to accompany me in (cause I had a dangerous laptop and might be able to “take pictures” – no lie, this is the reason I was accompanied by TWO security peeps) to wait at the merch booth while I snapped up the LAST killer poster. Booyeah! Then I happily checked my bag + poster, and rocked the fuck out! WSP was awesome. No “Tall Boy” though.

    On Friday we went to see Kate and Maggie dance in the Go Go Spectacular, which was surprisingly awesome. Its insane how talented my friends are. Like Tom, who competed in a Championship Triathlon this past weekend. Or Amanda Gean, who ran 20 miles. Or Dave SG, who not only helped clean and pack all our art, but ate all the food in the house.

    Sep
    2009

    2

    Burning Man 2009

    Words cannot describe how much fun I had at this year at Burning Man.

    Some highlights:

    • Stepping onto the playa on our first night and the first thing we run into is this 6 ton spider. The ground shakes as it walks.
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    • Hot gluing 28 1 cent stamps to a gifted postcard
    • Discovering the amazing beautiful hippie dome that played grateful dead on a stellar sound system. They had old concert posters up and a sweet hanging chair. It was like finding home.
    • The people we lured into our amazing enormous dome (that T-bag somehow erected single handedly) with food and good will. Amazing conversation and connections followed.
    • Starting a dance party at an awesome camp way down on 10 o’clock plaza, and then being gifted the in-humans cd. Its both groove-alischious and hysterical.
    • Camp unity at level I’ve never experienced. I reveled in our collective slobiness. I shared a tent with T-bag, but we only occupied it together for a few scant hours. One morning, upon awaking, I was so surprised to find T-bag that I did a spectacular naked dance. He opened his eyes, yelled out “no!” and then started snoring again.
    • The SLIDE! (AKA the wedge) Too much fun. Alternating from dancing to funk from the funk boat (they even played a bumpin old school song called “slide”) and doing another run down the slide. Eventually we boarded the almost empty art car to discover Rachel’s friend Marissa, whom we were supposed to go find earlier in the night. I asked T-bag what the chances of that happening were, and he said “about 1 in 4.” That seems about right for the playa.
    • Happening upon the two guys wearing “Ask a mathematician” and “Ask a physicist” tee-shirts out in the deep playa, and peppering them with questions for half an hour. Apparently I’ll never get to beam myself from one place to another in my lifetime. Weak.
    • Hanging around the space ship for 2 hrs waiting for it go off, and connecting with some really excellent people during the long delay.
    • Meeting pac-man and a ghost at a “fireplace” in a box in the deep playa, and then egging them on in the their high speed pursuit.
    • Dancing as hard as I could to some awesome breaks on the two o’clock plaza. Just me and the DJ.
    • I asked the playa for a a new tire and a tube for my bike, and was gifted both during my daytime excursion.
    • The look at Rachel’s face after she returned from the female ejaculation workshop.

    An epic year by all accounts, leaving me with joy in my heart and the fire to return. I’ll be back, one day.

    I thought this video did a good job summarizing 09:

    [youtube]I4NF8JPXtnU[/youtube]

    hot glueing 28 1 cent stamps to a gifted postcard
    The people we lured into our amazing enormous dome (that T-bag somehow erected singlehandly) with food and good will. Amazing conversation and connections followed.
    Starting a dance party at an awesome camp way down on 10 o’clock plaza, and then being gifted the in-humans cd. Its both groove-alischious and hysterical.
    Camp unity at level I’ve never experienced. I reveled in our collective slobiness. I shared a tent with T-bag, but we only occupied it together for a few scant hours. One morning, upon awaking, I was so suprised to find T-bag that I did a spectacular naked dance. He opened his eyes, yelled out “no!” and then started snoring again.
    The SLIDE! Too much fun. Alternating from dancing to funk from the funk boat (they even played a bumpin old school song called “slide”) and doing another run down the slide. Eventually we boarded the almost empty art car to discover Rachel’s friend Marissa, whom we were supposed to go find earlier in the night.
    Happening upon the two guys wearing “Ask a mathamatician” and “Ask a physicist” tee-shirts out in the deep playa, and peppering them with questions for half an hour. Apparently I’ll never get to beam myself from one place to another in my lifetime. Weak.
    Stepping onto the playa on our first night and the first thing we run into is this 6 ton spider. The ground shakes as it walks.
    Hanging around the space ship for 2 hrs waiting for it go off, and connecting with some really excellent people during the long delay.
    Meeting pac-man and a ghost at “fireplace” in a box in the deep playa, and yelling at them to get each other.
    Discovering the amazing hippie dome that played grateful dead on a stellar sound system. They had old concert posters up and a hanging chair. It was like finding home.
    Dancing as hard as I could to some awesome breaks on the two o’clock plaza. Just me and the DJ.
    Going out on a journey to fix my bike and getting gifted both a tire and a tube along the way.
    The look at Rachels face after she returned from the female ejaculation workshop.
    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4NF8JPXtnU
    Aug
    2009

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    Bottom of the Yankee

    Summer goodness rolls on unabated. One night I got to live one my fantasies by seeing bands at both the Connecticut Yankee (A New Monsoon benifit show with extra bonus Lebo) and a block down the road at the Bottom of the Hill (the New Up kicking off their big national tour). It was the hippies vs. the hipsters, and I had great fun bouncing between the diametrically opposite crowds.

    On Friday, we went down to Outside Lands to listen to a few bands from outside the perimeter, but then ran into our friend Aaron who hooked us up with ridiculously cheap day passes. Totally bonus Thievery Corp and Pearl Jam. It felt good to roll though one more time while we still live within spitting distance to the festival. We streamed the rest of the festy from the safety of our living room. Thanks youtube.

    Stina and Angel just rocked the joint birthday party at chez Krudden. We’re old, and love the afternoon party. People rolled through all day, and now we’re basking in the glow of feeling really connected to our friends. It was a really excellent day, and there’s still three jello shots left.

    Life’s been feeling extra poignant lately, what with the impending baby and all. While I’ve been diving head first into a true concert and general fuzz bender, the nagging suspicion that everything’s going to radically change lurks right beneath the surface. My role at work has been shifting for a while, to the point where its almost like I have a new job. So a “new” job, a probable move to a bigger space on the horizen, and then a baby. Hmmm. I’m not so good with change. Tough titties, I guess. Its gonna happen, and in a big, big way. The best thing I can do is have a positive attitude, so lately I’m attempting to rock a “BRING IT ON” front. I’m not really fooling myself though – underneath it all, I’m scared shitless.

    Anyhow, tomorrow I boldly head back into the desert to lose my mind.  One last time.