3 : 35 A.M.
I ONCE WAS WOST

Am I neglecting LIFE INSURANCE? Shouldn't I be protecting my FAMILY?

Creepy life insurance people. Is that a threat?

"Hydrox". It's a chemical in powder form which can be mixed with tap water to create combustible fuel. Either that, or it's Oreos but without the catchy theme song.

Tonight was music night. We made typical songwriting error no. 12: "I came up with two riff ideas so let's stick one of them to the other one and go from there!" Why is that an error? Because you then spend your effort trying to get from one riff to the other, rather than starting at a riff and going wherever seems right. The right thing to do now, if we want to salvage the song, is toss out one of the riffs. Or both. The most interesting parts in it are what came up after the initial riff idea. A riff is not a song, a song is not a riff.

I have reconciled my DIY instincts with using graphics libraries. As a result, I am starting to get shit done.

Bike ride today also. Forgot my computer, which was a little disorienting. Imagine getting in the car and noticing that the speedometer and odometer are gone, and so is the thing that tells you what gear you're in. I wound up exhausted coming up the hill. I think I was going too fast. Maybe it was just unusually hot. I'll never know! I ride in the road on Alki now, because the bike trail is full of strollers (esp. double-wide "horizontal tandem" strollers) and rollerbladers flailing their extremities in strange chorus line formations. Normally this prevents me from getting proximity warnings, but today a couple kids sprinted out from a side street directly across the main road. Concealed by a tall house, I didn't see them until they were way too close. It was like that deer incident, but with people and a bike. I don't know how to do any tricks or anything on a bike, but I do know how to stop really fast without flipping over. I kept my left hand on the brake, scootched back on the seat throughout that neighborhood.

Earlier in the ride I was boxed in by buses left, right, and front. With their loud grinding noises and huge flat sides, they summoned images of death star garbage compactors.

That half-Chinese looking girl at Velo bike shop doesn't have a very good clerk act. I always feel like I'm standing around in her house, the way she looks at me.