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Jan. 1st, 2006 04:08 pm
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The slate is clean.

I think 2005 will be one of those years that I will look back upon and wonder what happened. It was such an intense year for me--a year of doing things I had never done before, of taking chances and journeying to places I had never been, of succeeding and failing, of joy and of pain, and of moving on and starting again.

It is kind of remarkable that I have so much documentation of the year. I have journals, pictures and all sorts of music. It was a great year for music. I made a bunch of mix CDs in the latter part of the year that really tell a story of their own about where I was at.

I stayed up late last night listening to Kate Bush and making a list of things I want to do in the coming year. Not exactly resolutions--more like a loose itinerary of stops to make along the way, with plenty of room for detours.

I have a couple of projects I want to work on in the coming year. One is a calendar of pictures--one for each day of the year. Each one will tell something about that particular day. I'll complete each day in real time--as each day occurs. I haven't completely nailed down the format, but it will be pretty big when it is done. I have never been very artistically inclined, so this is a stretch for me.

I'm not going to worry too much about where my life is going. I did too much of that last year--remember the pie charts? I'll do some things to help move things forward, like take the GRE, but otherwise I'm just going to go along for the ride.

I think I am about to lose power--the lights are flickering. And the Red Cross just called to see if I am going to be available to staff a shelter--sacramento might have some flooding.

So I will wish you all a happy new year and close with some advice from hunny bunny, who sez... )
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lynn

Lynn worked for a bank in New Orleans, and was displaced by the hurricane. She was staying in the Red Cross shelter with her family. Rather than sit around all day, she would run. She would run ten to fifteen miles a day in the area around the shelter. We would see her out on the road sometimes, this tiny vietnamese woman, running the streets of Baton Rouge.

Back home she was part of a running team, and they had been training for a marathon. She had no idea where anyone else had ended up, but she had faith that they would all be running the marathon together.
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eric

I met eric on j street in sacramento, standing next to a subway sandwich shop. He asked me for some change--he told me he was stuck in sacramento, and was trying to make his way back to new orleans. I gave him a few bucks and asked if I could take his picture.

Just before I took this shot, I asked him how he happened to end up so far from home. "I don't know", he said.
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pianist

Arlina and I spent a few days in Portland Oregon on our first trip together back in 1990. One day our friends took us to the Saturday Market, a giant flea market at the edge of downtown. We came across a pianist tucked away in a corner, playing a beat-up old piano. His name was Paul Immanuel Owens. We liked his music and bought a cassette, which we listened to almost all the way down the coast.

When I was back in Portland at the beginning of my trip this summer, I headed back to the Saturday Market on my way out of town. Paul Owens was still there, tucked away in a corner, playing a beat-up old piano. There was something about him still being there, still playing after all these years, that moved me in a way I can't articulate.

"I'm back," I said.

I bought a CD of his music and listened to it as I crossed the prairie.



edit: i found this article about him after I posted this. The article was published yesterday!

http://www.oregonlive.com/portland/oregonian/index.ssf?/base/portland_news/113471070272940.xml&coll=7
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photojournalist

This guy, a photojournalist for a japanese newspaper, was sitting out in front of the the only open bar in the french quarter enjoying a shot of whiskey. Scattered about him were a handful of locals, a few canadian marines and a whole lot of drunk journalists.
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last day of autumn
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kitchen photographer

Well you can't have that,
but if you're an american citizen
you are entitled to...
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My day started with a 6:45 am call from one of my nieces wishing me a happy birthday.

"How old are you Uncle Mike?"

"I'm _____(guess my age!)"

"OMG!................................dang!"

This was followed by a call begging me to work, which I ignored.

So I eventually got up and was surprised by a flurry of "happy birthday" emails. That was pretty cool. I headed out to the little Franciscan church for mass, and then on to the cemetery to spend some time with arlina. I was a little bit upset with her today for leaving me to fend for myself, but she reminded me that she gave me everything I need. She's right, as usual.

After the cemetery I headed down to the river to take some pictures and walk. It was such a nice day, even though it was chilly. I had indonesian food for lunch--very yummy.

After my walk I had an espresso, then dropped by work to retrieve birthday kisses from the danas. I headed over to Arlina's folks for dinner and a birthday party. It was a lot of fun! I got all sorts of interesting little gifts, and was entertained by the nieces and nephews.

And now here I am making my first real post in a while.

Where have I been? What have I been doing?

I have no idea.

But here I am.

birthday cake
Hunny bunny offers me a piece of the cake she baked all by herself. "eat it", she says.
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Today was the day that the nieces and I had lunch and went to see a movie. We have been doing this ever since they came to the US, almost 7 years ago. It is tradition.

I remember the first time I took them to the movies. They were so small! It was the first time they had ever seen a movie in a theater. We saw "Mulan". As we were driving that day, whenever I would ask them a question they would answer, in unison, in the sweetest high voices I had ever heard, "yes uncle mike". I got them to do it again today, but only with prompting, and half of it was in spanish, and with much laughter. 'Si! uncle mike!'

We went to lunch at a place called Johnny Carino's, which is notable for it's $2.29 Cokes. We each selected fake names for the day, which is our custom, but forgot to use them.

We saw the new Harry Potter film. I liked it--it was always my favorite of the books, and this is (so far) my favorite of the movies. The girls and I have seen all the Harry Potter movies together. It is tradition.

After the movie we went to Starbucks and had coffee. We chatted for a while and took some pictures. I commented that I always think "this year" will be the last time we will do this--that they will lose interest, or be too busy to do it. I remember predicting three years ago that the day would come.

They were the ones who suggested it this year. It is tradition. They surprise me.

One of them said, "We'll still be doing this when we're 55--but you'll be too old even know who we are anymore!"

It is tradition. I am blessed.

nieces 2005
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Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us helpless, helpless, helpless.

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