I’m forcing myself to right for the sheer practice and will of it all. In other words, pardon me for the giant pile of crap you may have just encountered.

Let’s see, there’s shit falling apart, like the cell phone I accidentally left in the pocket of some shorts as they went through the full wash cycle. Or maybe the flat tires I keep getting on my bike.

But, then they don’t fall completely apart or things get better, not sure which it is. The cell phone dried out a bit and started working and gradually over the past few days functionality increased as evaporation saved the innards. And, it turns out I’m not getting flats I’m just none too bright on the proper use of Presta valves. A little studying and the tires will get rolling.

I’m probably going to write about the cell phone rising from the dead here, if only to break the pattern of recent posts there.

California and work still have little lifestyle surprises, about which I could be writing. I lack the will to try to find the sparkle in East/West difference cliches, though.

Encountering a chick exercising her voice operatically, as in actual voice lessons and exercises was today’s “California is weird” encounter. Then again, I once watched a guy park the baby carriage he was pushing and tightrope walk across a chain stretching across a Cambridge driveway.

Might as well sleep.