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Once upon a time you dressed so fine…

Last night I was driving home along the coast after running with the boys (a Tuesday night ritual, followed by bonhomie on tap in the pub). Foggy night, good sea smell, the double row of yellow road buttons reflecting off head lights, turned on radio and what's this, "Like a Rolling Stone," sung by — who's this? — the Stones. Out of the blue, or out of the fog, a great version, live. One of those truck drivin moments with music, oh yes. This morning I ordered a used copy of Stripped, live cuts by the Stones that includes this one, $4.00, gotta love the immediacy of the internet…
Earlier that night I'd gone off by myself to pick cat tail pollen. I can't keep up with the boys these days. You've got to be in shape to run with this group and right now I ain't, so I dawdle and explore on my own. Got a lot of pollen, by shaking the pollinating ears into a paper bag.* Next I headed down to the beach and went swimming in the fresh water lagoon formed by the creek this time of year, then ran back and forth barefoot, dodging waves.
It's taking me longer than expected to get this book on builders together. I got to a point where I realized there was no point in trying to meet an earlier deadline, that it was better to take the time to get it right. I've been working on it on Sundays, a day that's quiet, no phones and I can focus purely on it. So far I've done rough layouts of about 190 pages and finding that if I go back and make another pass, things get way improved. I'm now taking a pass through all my photos from the year of travel up the coast to see what I missed.

Beach on an island in the Straits of Georgia (the waters east of Vancouver Island) where I camped a few nights a year or so ago. Picked oysters up off the reef and barbecued them on the beach that night, followed by dessert of wild blackberries with brown sugar and cream. My memory's pretty good when it comes to food…

Heard Baryshnikov on the radio yesterday, talking about doing a performance in front of a screen showing him dancing when in his 20s, dancing with an image of himself when 40 years younger. The interviewer asked him about dancing these days, was he worried about performing? He said he liked the pressure, the challenge, and the "divine insecurity" of trying something difficult…
HBO has done it again, they are just phenomenal. After Deadwood, The Wire (and of course The Sopranos), now there's The Flight of the Conchords. It takes a few viewings to get it. It's unlike anything I've ever seen. It's really funny. The music is great, just out of nowhere. The band's one groupie has me rolling on the floor.
* I worked out a new pancake recipe, fresh-ground millet (a Corona hand grinder), fresh ground wheat (our electric stone grinder), and the golden cattail pollen, buttermilk, eggs, baking soda and powder, let it sit til next morning, the pancakes are golden and light and sweet tasting with wild flavor. There is a ton of blackberries this year and I get a bowl of them, mash them up, add maple syrup and pour over pancakes.