After Mr. Binzen’s visit an investigation of the online documentation of his early nineties “Desert Siteworks” prompted an “interrogation of my feelings” concerning “Everything That Was Lame About the Seventies”…not to mention the bullshit of the Burnocracy, although given how definitively they mimic the worst aspects of those halcyon post-hippie days it was hard to believe they didn’t both happen twenty years earlier.  My time would have been better spent watching paint dry as with the heat persisting it remained excellent paint-drying weather.

Other things to think about besides the Stupid Seventies [and the People Who Never Left Them], like watching Hilary trump Trump [not that our imbecile electorate is likely to suss THAT out], were diverting

… until L. was finished with her last round of grad students, which allowed us a revel of seafood drunken noodles as the yard slowly cooled.

Tuesday, hot again,

the crew [Scott and Shawn] were in, to weld and grind the day away.

Next morning, Linda’s birthday, comes up breezy

and much much cooler…

but nonetheless rather limbo-like until the shuttle collects us at 2:30

to cross the windy bay and

south to SFO,

where we stay until seven…

then, after ten hours in a giant humming tube;

Oh, well, and more to tell…

M