New Rule

There will henceforth be no kissing of the Will Read. The exception being that an attractive lady* may kiss Will Read only if she intends to follow through with a relationship or *ahem* other activity.

The problem is that I apparently fall too easily. And I can fight off a lot of desire/relationiony feelings as long as there's no lip-to-lip contact. After a kiss however, I'm worthless - like a shirtless dwarf in the middle of a fire-fight. Today was not the first time such an exchange has happened, and these kinds of events always seem to happen when one party is leaving town for good.  So even if she wanted to follow through, the distance doesn't facilitate it.

*'attractive' will be determined by the kissee, Will Read

Grey Hair

It's all over my head apparently. It was just 2 hairs my sophmore year of college, then a tuft up front. I blame the last few months at Passageways for the new found greys. On the plus side, maybe it'll make me look older, since people still ask me what I'm studying in college. "I graduated in '04," I say. *sigh*

Fly Out Thursday

So I'm flying out Thursday, and not leaving San Francisco until I have a place to live... it's funny that I leave when I have a place to live, but anyway. If I'm really swift I might try to finagle staying out there and have family/friends help in Lafayette take care of selling my car and letting the movers in to get my stuff. but I don't know if I'm that agile.

There's a Good Reason

The reason I haven't been blogging much that everything I've wanted to blog about I couldn't, then when I could blog about it, life got busy. The short story is that I accepted a job offer from a company called Jobvite (http://www.jobvite.com) which is based in San Francisco as in California. My first day of work is June 9th. I still need a place to live out there so I plan to fly out June 1st ish. I hope to sell my car before I go, and live close enough to work that I can walk. I want to find a place with room mates, and that's proving tough to do 2,000 miles away. It's amazing how much progress is hindered when you don't have a forwarding address. But it'll be a huge break away from life as I know it now and probably the closest thing I'll ever see to a clean start. I can't wait!

This is follow up to...

This is follow up to the dinosaur(?) post. I think I got cut off at a minute or so, I should actually try signing it, and--but what I'm trying to say is that I need to enunciate more and it reminds me of being in theater were we had a not a mantra but sort of a poem that we have recite and one part of it was trippingly on the tongue which made your--it really ____ your mouth moving and you speak more clearly. But there(?) is strange now that I'm jotting and trying to use that kind of pronunciation and then I'm sure I will sound totally different when you actually hear the voice recording. So, enjoy this Jott. listen

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Birdseed, so I wanted...

Birdseed, so I wanted to brag about birdseed, and I've got a few minutes here on my way to something(?) today. And basically my point is that birdseed is a big farce but a scam if you will. If you think about sunflower seeds, you put the sunflower seeds in the ground, and you grow some sunflowers. If you think about apple seed, you put it in the ground, you grow apples. Birdseed, if you put birdseed in the ground, you do not get birds. You do not get birds ever, ever will you get birds from birdseed. Whats really good is whatever kinda flowers are meal that their using for the birdseed. So, what I say is I want my bird. I'm gonna call em up, I'm gonna send them a big nasty letter that says: Dear Birdseed Company, I would like my birds please. Your false advertise... listen

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I am blogging moboley...

I am blogging moboley now from Jott. It is a text to or speech to text service and hopefully this blog will be posted automatically. If that's the case then you'll probably see a lot more blogs from me on the road. listen

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San Francisco

I'm in the later stages of a job interview process with a company called Jobvite. You can Google them to see what they're about, this post is not about that. It's about my search for housing out there. It's a weird city because it's on a peninsula, meaning you don't get normal urban sprawl. My work would be almost on the bridge to Oakland, and I was hoping I could find a place to live that I could walk/bike to. Unfortunately, the BART (train) takes thirty minutes to go 10 miles on the peninsula, and if you're going to the other side of the bay it's basically an hour. I would need to find somethings to do with all of that transit time.

I sent an email to some people I know who might know the area. Jacqui prepped a nice Google map for me of the various districts, where to avoid, that sort of thing. So I'm trying to match that up with postings on craigslist. I really want a room mate this time. i remember going to Cinci and yeah, I knew people, but what I really needed was to live with someone. I remember buying subscriptions to magazines I didn't even want because I was so desperate for human contact. Of course, I could read those magazines on the train... j/k.

I felt someone's freedom today

I have a friend, a friend who is doing her best to not smoke pot again. I asked her if it was possible for her to experience the things she felt when she smoked pot without actually smoking. She told me that when she smoked she felt everything. So I had her pick something, one thing she wanted to feel.

As an aside, my brain in the meantime was reasoning that it doesn't need alcohol to be free of social inhibitions. It just needed practice. There was not "extra powerful brain", or "bonus courage" at the bottom of any beer glass I've ever seen. Maybe alcohol makes it easier to get at "extra powerful brain" or "bonus courage" but the point is that is has always been there. So who's to argue that my brain can't do the things it might do if I were stoned. I wanted to know.

So she picked freedom. I was skeptical, "How can I feel freedom?" So I asked her simple questions, What is it's color? Shape? Is it bigger than a bread box? Is it hot? Cold? How does it move? What does it smell like? What does it taste like? And when she had answered my barrage of questions, we closed  our eyes, stood on a high plateau, and we felt that freedom all around us, ran my hands through it, breathed it in deeply. And when we opened our eyes I found my brain had filled in some gaps, things I hadn't asked her, things that I learned about this freedom. I gave her the chills, she said it made her feel the way she felt when she smoked.

I had forgotten about my imagination.

"Hug You!"

I texted that today to Michelle when she said she was having a long day. It's meant to be read like "F YOU!", but instead of being filled with hate, it's filled with love instead. Then I tried to come up with other substitutes, like "Care off!" or "Heart this!" but I'm not sure any of them really work if you don't know me.