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08/28/2005: "Dobro Arigato"
Here's a photo of the dobro I'm winning on ebay.

I've been on this crazy spending spree lately. I think it's because the weather turned bad and a certain kind of rainforest panic disorder has set in. All of the purchases I've made have been activity/entertainment based. The dobro, a Coldplay inspired MP3 player, a Game Boy, books, a serious upgrade in my cable modem speed and some premium cable tV channels.
I think I've been a little down lately too and I love to buy things when I'm down. When I moved to Anchorage after high school I was living off campus and I was soooo homesick and miserable. I would go to the Sam Goodies at the mall practically everyday and buy music...that was the *first* time I got really into debt.
I think the main reason I'm feeling so lost is that I haven't been painting. Right after a show I feel like I deserve a bit of a rest, but just like exercising, once you stop for awhile it's tough to get the discipline back to work everyday at it. My life has always centered around art and music so now that the art is on hiatis the music lust is kicking into overdrive.
Last night I played the guitar for so long that I could barely move my left hand this morning and I've started using my easles as sheet music holders. I have a book on songwriting for guitar that I've dusted off and I'm working on writinga few as well. I think the bottom line is that I need to make stuff. If I'm not doing something creative, I don't know how to fill the hours in the day.
This morning, however, the sun has come out and I think I'll go for a hike. I'm meeting friends for coffee to plan a trip to Blue Mussel Cabin you hike in, it's right on the water with a big fire pit in front and a wood stove inside. Maren and I try to go every summer but this time it might not work for me because I still have to go pee about every 15 minutes and I'm still a little freaked from the last time when her dog treed a bear cub 2 feet off the trail; the angy mama was one of the scariest things I've ever heard in my life!