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bob you make things move

my main mang bob, a wunderkind interactive designer at HL2, composed a quiet, lovely piece, which i then trashed with a stony boat-home-laptop-mic sesh. he is pictured here with nosh tanner, who quit HL2 after being raped by a bear. while i was filming. long story.

goodness. light.

i am only saying

seagulls are what you should be doing

thursday: naked snow angel day

it was a good day. it turns out.

it turns out if you breath deeply, way down in your lungs,
when even the lurching uneven recluse should find you,
the elementary happenstance, the royal imbroglios and
such. even if underwater and pressed upon by myriad
sea things, loose-leaf notebooks, or god forbid marzipan.
even when you realize it's five past the hour it would be-
hoove you to remember that you are there, breathing.

you are there, breathing.

you are there.

josé gonzález is the shit

postcards from 40

here is the birthday boy, cowering under the table, overwhelmed by the volume, loving intention, and stone-cold grandeur of the thundering birthday song.

and here is the beautiful master of ceremonies, the deft orchestrator of the confluence, the mother of my children.

and here are the out-of-towners, posing for a Rogue Buoy album cover.

[and finally, whoever left the dull comment under the name "geeyourdumb@yahoo.com," please refrain from throwing petty rocks from behind bushes—if you have a beef, have the courage to identify yourself. good luck with all that gnashing of teeth in your darkened rooms.]

a scene from this past weekend

best. birthday. ever.

can't go into the whole thing right now or i'll start crying (again), but the short of it is that steph managed to get the kitchen done (straight out of dwell) the morning she orchestrated the arrival of the people i love most in the world; the karass assembled — 40 people from five states and the four major chapters of my life — and i was TOTALLY FUCKING SURPRISED, and so overwhelmed that i had to go and hide for a short time (almost certainly affected by the fact that i'd been drinking/eating pot cookies/playing-at-golf with jefe for the entire day preceding said surprise). holy fucking shit, my wife is amazing. as are my friends, without whom i would be a miserable asshole fuckwit.

am so grateful. am so blessed. am so fucking old.