It was a great day to be inside,
it was a great day to be outside.
It was a great day to be in a tree,
it was a great day to waft earthward.
Out of the blue, I was invited to present
at an Undriving Ballard meeting Monday.
I took that as my cue to dig my screens
out of the windowseat and print on the
blanks I'd presciently purchased some
weeks ago at Goodwill (during which spree
I chanced separately into Ben, then Karl.
Like Karl, I was looking for records.
Like Ben, I browsed in electronics.
Like myself, I was astonished to find
many blank tees. I explained to Karl:
"Usually some asshole buys 'em all."
This time, that asshole was me.) First
I sorted the shirts by size -- but that was
too bureaucratic. Instead, I sorted them
by color and pondered what colors would
go with which designs on what shirts. I
knew I wanted to use hot pink. There were
other amazing jars of textile ink -- I think
someone donated them to us a while ago
-- vivid purple, gleaming gold, shiny blue.
I had an incredibly good afternoon running
the colors and listening to Donovan's
"Open Road." His revolutionary metaphysical
questing in beautiful music inspired me to ask
him to play a New Year's Resovolution concert
in Seattle. I'm pretty sure I can get a 399 max
cap venue. I'm going for it. Stay tuned....