Update

An update for those concerned ,those who don't give a rats rear end (ass for the more vulgar lexicons):
Shanzi and I now know the sex of the child we are expecting ; IT'S A GIRL! The name we are playing with is Deita-Daisy Petal (I have a thing for hyphenated names and while we are going to call her Daisy, I wanted to include my Grandmothers name in there as well...Deita...she went by the moniker Dee Dee so you see Deita Daisy works that way too).
Just dyed my hair lime green …not sure how I feel about it…but it seems to be a hit and thus a boost to my delicate ego.
I have made contact with my old friend Andrea from so many years, adventures and wonderfully weird times past. I can't tell you how pleased I am about that…so I wont.
I moved to Astoria Oregon two months ago and I absolutely love it. Shanzi said I would (It's her home town and she sold me on the place by describing it as a little San Francisco with a healthy dash of Athens Georgia and London's weather…it fits…I think I have found a place I can call home for a while).
Oh, to clear up a matter for the Burlokis of the world…I don't suddenly love the French. I still think of them as the smelly cheese as far as "ethniticities " go ( We are all northern European scum when you strip us of our accents, cultures, and oil war machines after all…white folks that is…it should be noted that while in Athens I was made an "Honorary Niggar" by my friend George…though I have to say I have to wonder about how seriously one should take such an honor from a black man who by his own account isn't too fond of black people[reads like the title Aryan Jew doesn't it?] and was fond of quoting to me "When the student is ready, the teacher shall appear"…yes it sounds wise in a Disney sort of way but not so much after the 59th or so time you hear it…in one day….anyway, thanks George…I think.)
Back to The French…For those inclined to think I had some sudden and insane idea to embrace The Franks (Read ; French) based on my announcement that my wedding day was to be on July 14th (Bastille day)…it was a joke…read a book and upgrade your sense of humor from the "Weekend at Bernie's" mode. By the way here is some humor for you…How do you conquer the French?…pause for effect…Show up.
Enough bashing of the descendents of ancient Gaul…okay one more …ever think about the Norman Invasion of 1066? You no when a bunch of northern French men took a look around them and said "To hell with this…I can't take being French anymore…lets go invade England, abuse the Irish and invent the blandest food know to man (English Food)…Thus the 1,000 year plus Empire was born, ensuring for man kind such cultural contributions as Boiled blood pudding, The Spitfire, Winston Churchill,The Sex Pistols, The Beatles, and endless bad teeth jokes (What I like to refer to as Bob Rot Mouth Jokes).
Anyway …lets hear it for the French…aren’t they great folks? A people who when they evolved upwards social became The Cajuns (That's an upward move?) well at least they gave us some of the best food available …perhaps it was an apology for the whole boiled meat thing the English do.
Also, Hailee our oldest is now living with us full time, Ariel and CeCe are just around the corner and max languishes back east in the care of Republicans and Rednecks…Life isn't perfect but my Chocolate Blancmange is. ..By the way I am not hiding from anyone…I am right here in the wind open with my perceptive (If fuzzy visioned) eyes wide open.
My brother just released a new album and goddamn it sounds pretty good…we are a talented if somewhat troubled brood, he and I.
That’s all for now I have an Orange-Apple cake to bake and a pot of coffee to devour greedily …take care ,may peace find you and remember not to take things too seriously…