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Saturday, April 26, 2003
I think I'm addicted to kiting (see below post). The past three days have been filled (at least comparitively) with the activity. There's something just so dashed fun about holding a string to which is attached, to one end, you, and to the other, high above, a fluttering peice of multicoloured nylon.
It reminds me of the first time I went kite flying, with my grandpa. I must have been 4 or 5 and we couldn't get it up. When we did, it got stuck in a tree. I never went kite flying again until about 2 or 3 years ago, when my neighbor bought me and my brothers dollar kites from Superstore. It was very windy that day -- so winy, in fact, that the strings of all the kites broke, except for mine. So we tied the broken strings to mine to extend it. We had three full lengths of string on it, and it was about 11 o'clock at night with a storm coming in before we decided to reel her in. I still wish we would have kept going until it broke. Now I'm in feet first. Accustom yourselves to me, O ye Four Winds, for you are now my perpetual companions. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:8:50 PM Thursday, April 24, 2003
I'm trying to get the word out:
ATTENTION: As of May 17, 2003, we will no longer be accepting firstborn sons in leu of monetery payment. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have or will cause. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:3:01 PM Wednesday, April 23, 2003
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the blogger today... but seriously, folks...
I've been taking guitar lessons for some 3? (or so) years now, and I take them at this little store in a cool part of town... spiffy shops and such. It's an old store. It used to be a house a long long time ago. Whenever I go for a lesson it seems like nothing changes in there. The guitars are always in the same place, the same people are always there. Even my teacher is the same every week. So the only thing that ever changes is me. I mean, I go there to change, to grow, to learn. It's a mystery and thats why so is mankin-- sorry. At the end of the month they'll be moving across the street, but I really don't think it'll change much. In Memory of Petey [Dave] Time:7:08 PM Monday, April 21, 2003
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