
Both are smiling. Two great tastes, dextromethorphan and miso/sake/citrus marinade.
Journal and moblog for Dave Foster.
Middle America: Josh comes to Boise to check on the Red States every once in a while. He brings me much needed Blue State intelligence from the East. It's a big boost for my personal development. We were in a discussion group called Men Discussing Gender back in the day. It was an outlet to talk about our feminist "partners".
Steelhead were not biting again today. Freezing wind saddens me. The blue icy sky reminds me of skiing with Hokanson in Mass. Justin's pirate radio show is on tonight. I can'T tune in very well. He's playing waiting for my man right now. The mountain with snow in the background is where Jeff has an FCC license to repeat the Boise community radio signal. We will blanket suburbia with packets of rebellion.
My father-in-law called me as he was leaving the gym and said he saw the Fish and Game truck releasing steelhead (huge trout that have been living in the ocean and have returned to spawn at the fish hatchery) by the Parkcenter bridge. I had not been fishing in weeks b/c I've been out of town, working, having visitors from out of town, sick, etc. I left work early and drove the half mile to the bridge. I couldn't believe there were 2 dozen guys wetting their lines. They must have been following the truck like I was planning to do. A kid told me that they were hitting left and right at first. Isn't that like shooting fish in a barrel?