Individual No. 91

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

The 12:30 AM Blog Post. Yes, I am still awake and still at work. They are still grinding away at legislation, right now the transfer station under the Hudson River Park, but this is the last bill, with the end of session speaches starting soon.

I am exhausted. I don't know if I'll be able to make it to the hearing on open burning—it all depends when I finally get out, and how tired I am. I still will submit written testimony, and encourage you to attend also.

Good night or good morning, depending how you look at it. P'Link

Summertime. And living is easy. A big sight of relief knowing that the legislative session is over for the year, and some of the pressure to get things done is now off.

Summertime - Billy Stewart

As we where here pretty late into the night, I didn't have to come into 12 Noon. That was really nice. I had a bit of work to finish up when I got in, but it's still an incredibly beautiful day out there.

It's amazingly clear out there with low humidity. I rode my bike part of the way in, but I didn't feel like riding the rest of the way, so I caught a bus so I could read a book in a little bit and relax.

I went down to the farmers market at the plaza and picked up some Cherries. They are fucking good to say the least. I think I will have eaten most of them, the pint, within about an hour.

I am thinking about going camping this weekend. I want to go to the Schoharie Valley farm stands and pick up some more good local eats. I am hungry for more, well, cherries, among other things. I also need to spend more time in the woods. P'Link

Good Evening. The hearing on open burning was fun, although not as popular as I would have thought. Joe Bruno had some of his people out there, but the real humorous people like Brunswick Town Super Ken Herrington, couldn't get away from their cows to make meeting. At any rate, it's the DEC, so no surprises anyways. More on that tomorrow.

It's hot and sticky out there. My copy of gpodder isn't working so I can't download podcasts. That makes me unhappy. I am promising myself I will ride my bike to work tommorow, and not be lazy like today. I've been working to clean up my facebook profile.

And probably a dozen other things.

I dug this old song out, that is super late-1960s sounding, and was supposed to be on the soundtrack of Midnight Cowboy, except that Harry Nilson's Everybody Talkin' replaced it.

Cowboy - Three Dog Night

Cold gray buildings where a hill should be.
Steel and concrete closing in on me.
City faces haunt the places i roam alone.

Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.

Winds that once blew free now scatter dust to the sky
Cowboy, cowboy, can't run, can't hide, too late.
To fight now, to die to try.

Actually, that's too damn depressing. Let's try this:

Cowboy Cadillac - Garth Brooks P'Link

Sunday, June 29, 2008

Laundrymat Blogging. I am shifting off after the past weekend and getting ready for the next week. I expect a pretty calm week at work next week.

Camping was great fun, although I had some trouble with my stove. Sterno made it a lot easier to ignite, and a lot safer then trying to use a small pool of gasoline to preheat the generator. For some reason, I can't pump the stove up enough to get pressure at times. Maybe I need to switch back to white gas/Colman fuel.

I got a lot of chance to do some reading and spending time out in the great outdoors, exploring beautiful Rural America. It was great.

I bought a new radio for listening on the bus, while walking, and in the apartment on Friday. I got a nice little Sony Walkman portable radio, after getting a radio from Walmart and returning it after it did not work. This little radio seems like it will work great.

I am currently patching a bicycle tire, and I'm hoping to ride my bike to work tomorrow. If not, I'll just have to take the bus on in to work. The $45 in gas I burned up in my pickup this week is pretty much my entire July gasoline budget.

Okay, maybe not, but I don't want to finish off the last quarter of a tank for at least another week. I'm not planning much off a get away for July 4th, besides going to my parents farm for the weekend camping in the back field. Their swimming hole is vastly superior to the swimming at Burnt-Rossman State Forest.

I got back home tonight and discovered a several some-what minor but certainly smelly mild dew patches in my kitchen. I must have spilled something on the floor on my rush out on Friday, and the humidity made it worst. I did a little scrubbing tonight to clear things off, but I will have to purchase some of that ever so toxic chlorine bleach to ensure it remains cleared up tonight.

It's at least not as humid right now. I don't have any of the fans turned on my apartment. I heard this song on the radio last night and it made me think.

Peter, Paul, Mary - Bob Dylan's Dream

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

With half damp eyes I stared to the room
Where my friends and I spent many an afternoon,
Where we together weathered many a storm,
Laughin' and singin' 'til the early hours of the morn.

By the old wooden stove where our hats were hung,
Our words were told and our songs were sung;
Where we longed for nothin' and were satisfied
Talkin' and a jokin' about the world outside.

With haunted hearts through the heat and cold,
We never thought we could get very old;
We thought we could sit forever in fun
Though our chances really were a million to one.

As easy as it was to tell black from white,
It wasn't all that easy to tell wrong from right;
Our choices were few and the thought never hit
That the road we traveled would ever shatter and split.

How many a year has passed and gone,
And many a gamble has been lost and won;
And many a road taken by many a first friend,
And each one of them I've never seen again.

I wish, I wish, I wish in vain,
That we could sit simply in that room once again;
Ten thousand dollars at the drop of a hat,
I'd give it all gladly if our lives could be like that.

While riding on a train goin' west,
I fell asleep for to take my rest.
I dreamed a dream that made me sad,
Concerning myself and the first few friends I had.

Have a good evening. P'Link