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Time's been flying by again - so, I've got a little to catch up on...

This weekend was full. Somehow managed to pull it all together though - and come out the other end in pretty good shape.

Friday night spend celebrating a good friend's birthday. Ann - we love ya!

Saturday - spent getting the ducks lined up for MY party at the CST. After scrambling to grab a keg, buy refreshments and get things set up - we had a great time. Spun Godzilla vs. Mothra while the faithful assembled and started imbibin'. As the day wore on, the personal filmmaking efforts came to the fore - as did the fun. 'Soldier Boy' got two screenings - no less. The heckling was merciless - as I was leading most of it.

The Belushi Experience went off without a hitch - other than forgeting it after we arrived at the theater. It's my desire to further refine the material and make it something better than butt cuts and uneven audio. There's something good to be had - it's just needs more work.

On Sunday - I managed to attend church, mow the lawn (thanks to Chris) and (drum roll please) SELL OUR PONTIAC GRAND PRIX!! Turned out that the owner of the CST is also fond of picking up the occasional classic car for spiffing up and resale. Just my luck - I happened to have such a car - rotting in front of the house. I was happy to clean out the personal effects that had lived there for the past year - including a few we'd written off as lost in the move. I am soooo happy to be rid of it - despite its utterly cool physique. If it had been there for another month - I might have been forced to start sporting a mullet and leave engine parts on my front lawn.

Thanks to Seth and Mike for making it all happen!

Wrapping things up now. A packed day topped off with steaks that unfortunately tasted like lighter fluid. It rots in my stomach as I write this.

The first great sin of spring cookouts has been committed.

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The worm has turned again....

pResident Bush stepped to the live news conference podium last night, hoping that another blast of retoric and bombast would help solidify his eroding popularity numbers regarding Iraq.

Apparently he didn't count on being questioned too hard.

After 17 minutes of storytelling - the pRez opened things up for questions, only to have the persistant issue of public apology rise to the forefront. Five times....he was asked by reporters - if he felt some inkling of responsibility for the missteps that led to 9/11.

"I'm sure mistakes were made, I'm just can't think of any right now." he said.

That's our president - ever articulate under pressure. God forbid he should actually admit making a mistake.

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Another weekend come and gone...

Spent Easter up in The Dalles with the family....my poor brother limping around with the aftermath of a bicycle wreck. It was a small challenge getting up there, considering the mass of baby-related equipment necessary to make the journey. Somehow managed to get all of it crammed into the Bug. Still, it was good to go home after not visiting for so long. Not much has changed, but not much does in TD.

One sad note...the Granada Theater - a historical one-screen in the downtown area - has given up the ghost again. I used to serve as webmaster (and an usher at age 16) for the non-profit arm of this theater a couple years ago, but it looks like time and lack of funds were to much for it. Shame....she's a great old gal. I hope someone with time and $$$ can save her again. Now....if I only had the cash.....

April is turning into another roller coaster. Between the 9 to 5 and Bringing Up Greer, I've got the CST party to coordinate and two short films to edit in two weeks time.

Gotta get organized....

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Wow....what a day.

While I can't say I got much done, yesterday did offer some personal catharsis. Away from the world for most of Saturday, I hiked Ridgefield Wildlife Refuge with a friend - and reaffirmed that there is other life on this planet. Thick with birds and beasties, the Refuge is a testament to what has always been - and hopefully will continue to be in that little part of the world. Outside of a trail running through part of it - not much has changed. Flocks of sandhill cranes, blue herons, geese and ducks. Pairs of redtail hawks - and even two bald eagles chasing each - were part of the six hour passage. It was stunning as usual - and a grand statement on the natural scheme.

Out there - it is wonderfully undeveloped and wild.

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Well...it's been about a month. About time for my blog to resurface....

Spent this evening racing around....met up with a friend, then sped over to the Blogger meetup (of which I've been a prodigal lately), followed by a stopover at my brother's place for a beer - and then finally to a party hosted by some friends. My social life compressed for quick consumption.

It's like I'm 23 all over again. Yikes.

Since my last blog, so many things have happened. I marched with a group from Bridgeport to protest the war on March 20th. Very encouraging to see 6 - 10k expressing their displeasure with our current administration. Last weekend, I took Alex and Greer to the coast for the Oregon Spring Beach Cleanup. His first time at the beach - and he loved it. Nice weather too, thankfully.

The birthday thing at the CST is taking shape. Looks to be a good time for all.

Tomorrow, I'm getting up early to go hiking with another friend - so by the time this weekend runs out - I'll be a tired bird.

Speaking of which....I think I hear a bed calling.