I will never be able to watch the Spiderman movies again.


I’m not ready to delve into the recent emotional changes in my life publicly yet so; here is a quick and dirty (in so many ways) for you guys. Yesterday, I watched a film that a friend highly recommended to me. The movie is a twisted and dark yet humorous tale about love called Secretary. The main character is a young self-hating woman who finds a way to channel her non-typical emotional needs into more healthy behavior. The actress who played this part was Maggie Gyllenhall, the girlfriend of Spiderman in those movies. James Spader played the egomaniacal Dom, and played it scarily well.

This is not a movie I’d watch with my parents or with my children (unless they were older.) The film took what I felt was a very impartial, and in depth look at D/s (Dominant/submissive) relationships. I highly recommend this movie to anyone who has ever been curious about unconventional relationships and I’d like to thank H. for recommending this flick to me.

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Published in: on March 21, 2011 at 10:18 pm  Comments (1)  
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Opening a New Book


Literally. My little notebook is full. My daughter purchased me another for my birthday, so I’m retiring my constant companion for the last year. A lot of people have asked why I carry this notebook. The answer is quite simple: so I don’t forget. The next question is always “what.” I’ve never been able to explain that to my satisfaction but maybe you can. I present to you The Best of Notebook 2010. If you can classify this amalgamation of madness, let me know. But even if it makes no sense to you I hope you enjoy reading it. I know I sure had fun looking back.

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Published in: on February 22, 2011 at 9:52 pm  Comments (3)  
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Fight the Good Fight


After suffering from political activist burn out a couple of times in the past, I thought that was what was happening to me this last month, but now I think I’m Burnt out. I’m done. Yeah, I’ve said that before but this time I feel like things have shifted so far, not just with the opposition but also with my desire to fight it, that I’m really done. I’ve come to believe that nothing I do can/will change anything on the big stage. I’ve lost hope, what little hope there was. I have given up on fighting everyone else’s fight for them. I’m going to focus on nothing more than living what freedom I can. Luckily I live in a comparatively very free place and my lifestyle here only increases that freedom. I shared here not that long ago that I had decided to go to Burning Man this year (finally.) The reason I’m going is to try to rediscover the hope that I once felt for humanity. I’ve become such a pessimist, that I can’t even remember what optimism is. Who knows maybe I’ll experience one of those re-births you always hear about at B.M. But, I’m not holding my breath and neither should the readers who come here for my political agitation posts. Good luck on the fight to you guys still in the trenches. For me I’m going to do like a friend of mine says and, have fun be free.

One neat aspect of the preparation for B.M. is that I’m looking into new areas of self-sufficiency. A full week of self-reliance on the Playa, which I want to accomplish without a generator (two years of no power except a genny, really makes a person hate those things,) has led me to building a 12V wind turbine (to charge the Airstream batteries,) I’m almost finished and have spent less than $10. I’ll share the whole story here in a little while.

Published in: on January 14, 2011 at 9:42 pm  Comments (11)  
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Cramped Style


One of the things on my List is to earn the nickname “Uncle Fun.” Through a stroke of good luck I got two nephews this last summer when my Brother-in-law remarried. They aren’t old enough to teach about guns, girls, and farting into fires but at least they are out of diapers.

We agreed to exchange Christmas gifts between the cousins this year. When we went to “The Big City” today, one of our “To Dos” was to get the gifts for these boys. I told the Lil’ Lady not to worry I had it covered but, when I got back to the cart I was forced to listen to a lecture about “Age Appropriateness.” It’s not like the darts were cheap ones, they were professional grade; and the spray paint was gold.

Sheesh.

Published in: on December 7, 2010 at 1:39 am  Comments (6)  
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A Time of Transition


Yesterday I had planned on replacing a fuel line on my big plow truck and an actuation cable on my small plow truck, but a friend stopped by with his kids riding their 4-wheelers

He talked me into putting off my maintenance chores and go riding with them. To be honest it wasn’t that hard for him to do.

We rode for several hours and were nearing a small community (less than 100 people, our whole county has a population of 3000) when a wheel flew off one of the kids ATVs.

Using our rural “do it yourself” traits which typify people here we removed the other wheel and set the wheel-less end of the incapacitated ATV on the cargo rack of one of the other ATVs and started heading back.

On the way back I ran across a patch of wild Shaggy Mane mushrooms and picked a bunch. After arriving home I realized I didn’t have any beef streak and decided to go to town to purchase some and give away the extra mushrooms I wouldn’t be using.

At my first stop I was informed that my friends there don’t like any type of mushrooms, and people keep giving them to them. I left with my original bag of Shaggy Manes and three more bags of Morels which they didn’t want. Not wanting to risk quadrupling my mushrooms again I picked a friend who I knew liked wild mushrooms and sneaked the bag of Manes onto his porch and went home. I wrapped up the day by cooking a white wine, butter, baby (homegrown) shallot and wild mushroom sauce for my steak.

Now that The Gulch Home is nearing completion I figured I’d pick up some part-time work to help keep me busy this winter. I had heard the local mill was looking to start running on weekends so I stopped by. It’s kind of funny how being in that chair hasn’t changed. I totally forgot I didn’t really need the work, that I had my own business at one time, and that I wasn’t a teenage kid anymore. Sweaty palm and the whole works. Like an old friend of mine use to say: “It’s all chemical.”

Published in: on September 27, 2010 at 6:42 pm  Comments (3)  
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As Wash Would Say (Part 2)


Now continues the on going tribute to my luxurious facial hair.

Pitcher:
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Howdy Darlin’
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Published in: on June 4, 2010 at 12:34 am  Comments (29)  
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As Wash Would Say (Part 1):


Hey girls, “Here’s something you can’t do:”

I got talked into shaving the beard off for a couple of friend’s wedding. I’m having a lot of fun getting there.

And the next thing I will part is……
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Сделайте вас для того чтобы считать меня сексуально:
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Hey baby:
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Never get off the fucking boat:
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Published in: on June 2, 2010 at 10:46 pm  Comments (1)  
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Television That Doesn’t Suck


Our family “killed our T.V.” over a decade ago. We kept the actual box for watch videos and occasionally friends will give us DVDs of TV programs they think we’d like. Usually we don’t, but the huge exception to that is/was Firefly. This short vid documents that producer’s self-responsibility. Hat tip to Sunni.

Published in: on May 31, 2010 at 3:31 am  Comments (1)  
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The Boondock Saints Sequel


Every Saint Patrick’s Day for several years I’ve watched The Boondock Saints. This year my wife bought the sequel and we watched it last night. I wish they had shown me a viewing of it before it was released. I would have bet the house I built with my own hands I could have written a better screenplay. The acting was horrible but at least it was better than the writing. The plot theme was completely different from the original and it seemed like a bad fan film written by dozens of different people with different goals. The antagonist’s motivations were not revealed until more than halfway through, and then they were presented in the form of multiple flashbacks and dream sequences that were so long that they pulled the watcher away from the actual plot. I suspect the writer(s) wanted to match the dark humor of the original and after failing settled for crude jokes about prison rapes. It had all the elegance of a public service announcement and appeared to be written at the same level of intelligence. The original was such a well written movie that sharing its name with this is an insult. Thank God I had watched a quirky little Icelandic film called White Night Wedding the night before. That was a good film. The memories of which kept me from chewing off my own arm in an attempt to escape after the wife and kids refused to turn it off.

Published in: on March 19, 2010 at 12:05 am  Leave a Comment  
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No Chief


I wrote a short story not that long ago about my brother’s and my childhood. In that story I exposed my brother’s childhood nickname of Buttercup. My kids found that name to be hilarious, I suspect because it’s even more emotionally damaging than theirs of Peanut, and Gooby. They then of course wanted to know mine from back then. When I told them my mother called me Brown Bear, it was quite a letdown. They expected something more embarrassing, I guess.

My daughter with the tenaciousness typical of a thirteen year old girl with the nickname of Peanut set off to dig up any embarrassing nicknames I might have had. She exhausted all family members with no luck beyond Brown Bear, so she started digging through my old High School yearbooks. She discovered a nickname I had forgotten about within the inscriptions of my sophomore yearbook.

During my sophomore year of High School I had a really unique (and fun) creative writing teacher. She was an old hippy by the name of Ms. Starkey. She had us keep a writing journal that we were required to write in everyday for most of the semester. This journal had to be written in a Big Chief brand writing tablet. I really enjoyed this assignment and wrote in it not only when in that class but in most of my free time while at school as well. This was before I had really came out of my shell and I had a lot of free time.

My Big Chief became something that would be sought out to be read by my small circle of friends. I would let them borrow it when they had a particularly boring class and desperately needed entertainment. Then one day the inevitable happened, a friend had my Big Chief confiscated by one of the more boring teachers. It took me awhile to get it returned, and during that time I spoke of little besides the loss of my Big Chief. Because of this I was bestowed with the nickname of No Chief.

I had forgotten about this nickname until my daughter found it about a week ago. Since then I’ve really grown to like it. It fits my anarchist beliefs perfectly and I’d actually enjoy it being applied to me. However, I know how nicknames work and this one isn’t nearly traumatizing enough to have much of a chance. But still, even though I have just an infinitesimal amount of Native American ancestry I think I’ll look into translations for No Chief.

Published in: on February 17, 2010 at 8:47 pm  Comments (2)  
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