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Will someone explain to me how my life has become intertwined with 'my people' in Reno and Christine? She's very pushy.

I have a very specific path that I run when in town on Saturdays. As long as I've been here I've chased the same rabbits, leapt the same holes, done the same thangs. I pitch my man-purse over my head when I wander into Soundwave CDs on West Moana. I have the discussion of upcoming shows with the (alledged) ingrate at the register. Yesterday we debated the merits of New Year's shows: the Blasters at Liquid Lounge in Reno (fifty effing dollars), or Chuck Prophet and the Mission Express in Oakland ($15). Hmm, $40 for gas...the Mission Express! You see, Soundwave ended up a part of a lovely (long distance) hunt that someone sent me on last year (who?). Also, I saw Chuck in Reno about this time in 2004 and pushed someone to see them in London three nights later. We have horribly goofy pictures of me with Chuck in Reno and 'her' with Chuck in London.

Before that I was in Dharma Books on the river. Christine wanted me to see if they had a copy of Black's (my thought exactly). There was a text fired back saying... 'dictionary', but it wasn't until I almost purchased the wrong Black's (rulings, not dictionary) that I was subtely guided in the right direction. Cheron (that's her on the right) didn't have any dictionaries but called over to the other locally-owned bookshop and found the fifth, sixth, and seventh editions available...and promptly had them put on hold. Oh, before I go on, you should know that when I walked into Dharma, Cheron greeting me thusly, "Hey. How's it going? How's Christine?" It never ends. Off to Black and White to grab a sweet copy of Black's seventh edition which cut my mpg back by about five. Why do lawyers need a whole seperate dictionary? The twenty volume Oxford ($1200 used at B & W) isn't good enough?

While on the river I stopped in to see the gals at Bussola. Hang on...the converation starts, "Hey. How's it going? How's Christine?" Really! She's never lived in Reno! She just another pretty face. Get over it! The girls at Bussola played in the hunt last year, volunteered to wrap and pack a 'pirate' book while we walked about in July '05, and generally are the coolest. I wouldn't be put off by a reference to 'Todd'...girls; can't do a lick with 'em.

Started the day at Pneumatic Diner with a plate of Huevos Rancheros. Fine. Yes. She's been there. Something about Sunday waffles, finding lost watches, smiles about the concert from the night before. I sat at the table reading the Times, glancing at the puzzle, wondering about how sweet it would be live near Tahoe: all the hiking, skiing, high blue skies, white-water kayaking. I remember walking down the street one night and some well-versed street person saying, "Hey, you two look good...have a nice evening..." I think it was her, not me, that drove that comment.

I stopped by the Nevada State Capitol as I headed back home. Gov. Kenny Guinn came out to say hi...the conversation started....nevermind.

and that's that.

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