the world has turned and left me here

cottonball compost heaps of love

Congrats to Andrew & Jamaimer who finally tied the knot two weekends ago. The wedding was a pure formality of course--I can't think of a couple better suited to one another, and for whom marriage was such a natural & foregone conclusion. Had it not occurred there would have been something seriously wrong with the world & I wouldn't want to live in it anymore.

Thanks also guys for renting that killer jazz quartet for the reception which made the lack of booze bearable. (Some pictures from the reception are over on Wes's blog).

For the most part I had a great time at home in Lincoln. I rediscovered the wondrousness of Joe . 8th and G, former home of JakeJoeAlan, has finally peaked, thanks to new residents Chris & Dave and to the continued Joeness of the place. A detritic layer of thousands of colored cottonballs was augmented by 3 days of tinfoil parties culminating in a monstrous foil organism hanging from the living room ceiling extending tentacles to the couch, TV, into the dishwasher, and into the various compost piles of cottonball / beer cans / stuffed animals. The first night we made armor & helmets and I guess things got progressively more abstract from there.

Wearing a tinfoil helmet with a spoiler on the back (which by the way ensures that no matter how fast your head is moving, your heels stay grounded) I went to Luke & Heather's new gig night, and actually got to play with them, a rare and unexpected treat. They have a new drummer who I remember meeting at Lincoln parties years ago, a cool guy who spoke of the mysteries of the stuffed albino gorilla lodged in the Studio 14 marquee. (Stop reading this blog. Go retrieve it. Now.) Luke & Heather are the same great people . They are still driving my old Ford Probe, amazingly, and it still has my "Unix is Power" sticker on it. They are by the way engaged now, which is good, and pleasing to the Lord.

In addition to satisfying my longtime yen for a head spoiler I also finally got a game of gourdball together with Joe & Kim. Them gourds didn't stand a chance, nope, we blasted them into tiny pulpy gourd bits. Oldtime wooden baseball bat connects with soft explosive seasonal spheres and you feel so good inside, like Robin Yount must have when a breeze tickled his mullet and he knew, he knew.

Overall I had a much better time in Lincoln than I've been having in Seattle, which is confusing.