the old-school guestbook archives
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a town I call home ~ april 25, 2001 - 10:47 p.m. my car is still in the shop. tired of hearing about my car yet? yeah, tell me about it. almost nine hundred dollars to put in a new alternator and do the repairs to make it smog. (california-speak for passing the emissions test). example: "I can't renew my registration because my car won't smog." smog as verb. it hangs over me in much the same way smog, the noun, hangs over the unlucky denizens of other parts of california. in santa cruz, the air is clean, because the ocean breezes blow everything up over the mountains and away. you can breathe in santa cruz. reason #687 why I love living here. I got to go to boulder creek today, for the first time in weeks. I went there to meet up with the photographer and do another photo shoot-- which was actually pretty fun. we did a lot of work outside, and it was beautiful, and I was feeling like a nature goddess. it's not feeling like there's anything wrong with getting paid for images of my naked body. I mean, I think it's beautiful too. and it's all me in my natural state-- nothing shaved, no makeup. just me, out in nature, where I'm happiest. y'know? after the shoot, I spent a couple of hours in town, and ran into people I love everywhere I went. that happens everytime I'm in boulder creek. I do love that town. I need to get myself back there. home. my home. and I finally got to see persephone, my angel, three years old with corkscrew curls and bursting with radiance. she's got my heart. I missed her so when I was on the road. I also went to yoga class, which was really good. I need to do it more, much more. I'm still tired, my insides are still at war, but today was a good day.
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