Morning Bike Commute: North Coast Line

Hammock Report Volume One: I think I’ve finally found an adequate way to hang my hammock on my front patio. It’s a little iffy, but I think with structural reinforcements and some ball bearings it will hold. I seriously think my neighbors are using the hammock while I’m away at work, and at first I found this to be annoying but I figure if it’s not being used by me than they should enjoy it whilst I’m slaving away at work.

These summer nights are what I’m all about. You really have to come up with a strong offer to get me out of my hammock during the week. After the bike commute and staring at “the internet” all day, my return to the sanctuary has taken on an almost Mr. Rodgers like quality. I slowly remove the work/bike shoes and slide into the Flips, gently remove an icy cold beverage from the fridge, and retire to the hammock and dream about the next thing I’m going to build out of wood, or ponder whether or not I should scratch my new Mantovani record on the turntable or not. I’m not sure I want to ruin it and I don’t know if I’ll be able to find another one. I use to play guitar out here in my hammock but that really didn’t make the neighbors happy at all. And really the hammock is all about doing nothing at all. I wish I had a huge Turntable setup like that one guy in that French movie Hate. I would set it up right here on my patio and face the Double Cabs (Jon B. do you still have my P.A.?) out onto Holly Avenue and Rock some Big L or some Kool G Rap until people came out of their homes scratching their head and pumping their fists up at me.

I’ve bought a long enough telephone cable to reach all the way out here. Now I can have my lap top out here and blog on my belly. I can also watch Cable T.V. from here although the sound is a bit muffled.

Here are some more graf pictures from the street; sitting here in my hammock, I AM all about the streets. The <a href=”Latin show posters are the best art I can find in the city right now.