June 24th, 2008

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Road trip begins...SOON. Plus George Carlin.

I'm about two hours from hitting the road for my first Civic-driven road trip. Eugene, here I come!

Yesterday was reasonably unstructured, as I try to rest and recover after my last job. Took it pretty easy. Only went out to buy groceries late in the morning (and got reminded that oh, yeah, that's the time of day when trucks make deliveries; I was dodging lots of big rigs on the crowded streets on and around the Hawthorne Fred Meyer). I also set up both this road trip and a dentist's appointment for tomorrow.

Dream last night seemed to be the story of the fall of Bob Packwood as told by Stephen King, and that was...odd.

Hey, George Carlin-related thing tomorrow: the backyard film screening series I've started going to (which started last week with 1968's great mercenary film Dark of the Sun, and I'll try to do a write-up tomorrow about that screening) will be George Carlin-focused. Lance Kramer (the guy hosting the films) will first show the 15-minute entirety of the "Seven Words" routine, followed by Kevin Smith's Dogma. Smith was one of the people who gave Carlin some actual meaty roles -- Carlin was one of the best things in Jersey Girl -- and his Cardinal Glick in Dogma is something special, role-wise.

(And by the way, come to think of it, Carlin probably would've been slightly embarrassed by dying on a slow news day, when there was probably even more focus on his life and death than would've happened under more news-drenched circumstances.)
Blow My Mind

Heck, *I* don't get me sometimes

The road trip went nicely and well (note to self: it's very easy to get up to 80 mph in that car without realizing it); Eugene's still there and looking good, Alicia's still there and looking good, and I can still get around 12 years past living there.

Sharing a trip moment: I was listening to a mix CD by rafaela (thanks!) that started playing "The Red Shoes" by Kate Bush. Unbidden, my mind thought, The red shoes, they do nothing!

I laughed and I don't even know why.


Surprisingly perfect day for a road trip, so I'm really happy this trip came together (quicker than I'd expected, honestly). Eugene was comfortably warm and breezy, and the Civic drove down there just fine. Took a different route into town, taking the Glenwood exit (near the Denny's where the argument in Five Easy Pieces was shot) and driving through the forested greenness of Hendricks Park. I made the mistake (briefly) of trying to drive near Hayward Field, which will host the Olympic track & field trials starting Friday: nope, no goin' over there. It's already a compound. So THAT'S how big a deal this is...

Alicia was in good spirits, happy to receive my latest pile of books and DVDs for her to peruse. She also let me borrow her omnibus edition of Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials, which I've been meaning to read. Lunch was at vegetarian Mexican restaurant Laughing Planet Cafe: salad for her, burrito for me, smoothies for both of us, and enough food overall that we didn't need dinner! And it's within walking distance of Alicia's place, which is another bonus.

Errands followed -- bookstore for books (completing her Caitlin R. Kiernan novel collection) and her pharmacy for a prescription -- as well as treating her to the fourth Indiana Jones. I still liked it; she had a blast. She's vocal in her filmic enjoyment. Once we got back to her place, she treated me to homemade strawberry shortcake, which I liked (and I'm not even normally a strawberries guy). Traffic was heavy but manageable and never-slowing between Eugene and Portland, so I count myself lucky.

And she's still funny. I count myself very lucky to know her funny side.