dream!
the flip side of reality
sunday, may 27, 2007
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saturday, may 26, 2007
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friday, may 25, 2007
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thursday, may 24, 2007
a seven-cavity mold
It meet my point.
wednesday, may 23, 2007
PowerDevo
I get a glimpse into the glory days of PowerLight by exploring the old facility and seeing photos and stories. Dan and Tom and Tara are there as I watch a film from a big celebration party where Tom and Dan hired a very young Devo to play. Wow, sounds like a great show. Everyone is into it and dancing. Devo, of course, has videos playing with the music.
Then behind the building is a huge steep grassy hill held in place by a retaining wall. This was from before the days of OSHA... The near-vertical grass is relatively easy to climb by grabbing tufts of it with your hands, but we inch slowly along on our stomachs... if you were to lose your grip or pull the grass out, you would tumble a long way to the asphalt below. Jim, the machinist from Cubic, leads the way, and Pete and I and Natalie follow. At the top are more relics from the spend-big days, including abandoned sports cars that still work, a $9 pair of shoes, the replica of the yellow pair I got in Mexico City for $8, and plenty of other riches, all for the taking. I see lying on a table, its battery nearly dead, a cell phone left behind from a woman named Akira who no longer works at the company. I intend to keep it and use it. It's the same models as Wendy's so I can charge it at home.
tuesday, may 22, 2007
corporate escape
From work I discover I can go for a hike, and on this particular day I hike twice, for about an hour the first time and half more that the second. It's an incredibly hike for being so close to the city... with hills and forests and even sandstone desert. A big enough area to have popular and hidden trails both. The semi-hidden trail leads to some really awesome caves.
Anthia leaves me a message that she still considers me a friend, but that friendship is in jeopardy if I don't start returning her calls. It kills me that I haven't been able to return calls... there just really isn't an opportune time since I work all day.
I camp out somewhere with a large group of friends... we make a fire and roast sweet potatoes and tomatoes right on the coals. I'm a little chilly and I'm just getting comfy with a sleeping bag around my shoulders when the alarm clock goes off.
monday, may 21, 2007
work cornucopia. kurt's warm utopia
Work dreams-- These are the kind of dreams you have when you have to remember something in the morning. In this case, I have some morning meetings (they are for real this morning) that I totally forget about... I was to lead a group of colleagues to visit a molding house; I totally forgot about it until long after it was supposed to happen.
In another aspect of this dream, I can't seem to get any work done because of recreation and goofing off. I hang out with a group of employees shooting the shit in the machine shop. I go sailing in a little boat with some others (after dropping them off at the dock I try rowing around; the oars are way to thick and heavy). I go to visit my father in Sacramento... it turns out he cancelled a big volleyball tournament at his house so I could drop by on my way though Sacramento.
I sit at a big desk that is longer (front to back) than it is wide. I sit in a wheelchair because it is comfortable and wheels around better than the normal office chairs. There are three wheelchairs at work, but today there are so many fat people visiting that they all get used up and someone takes mine away, right in front of me, without even asking!
On the street I put some money into a newspaper machine and lose five dollars. A pair of street hustlers have a trick to get money out of the machine. I'm amused and I watch and help. A five dollar bill comes out (the bait) and then for some reason I type my phone number in. Then they are able to extract all the money that people has put in the machine that it wouldn't accept... more five dollar bills, and some rare money, like $50 and $25 silver certificates. And then in the end the trap is revealed and the machine displays that it knows my name and number and the police have been informed. I'm not too worried about it; I think it's more of a scare tactic, or if it's not I can talk my way out of it.
I get a phonecall from "GB"... silence, then a distant woman's HOLA? and then a Latino guy telling me in a faraway voice about T-shirts he sells... then silence. What is this?
A group of us at work, including Reuben and Jonathan and Matt, walk next door to a glass factory. We are all ordering different pieces; and then lines are long. We should have coordinated first.