Tonight: softball night. Having played maybe 4000 baseball/softball games in my life, my biggest regret is discovering yoga so late.

Certain innovations annoy me: leaf blowers are near the top of the list. Rakes, brooms, and dust pans deserve a comeback.

If working all day on a Sunday is what I have to do, well... It helps me appreciate having a day off in the middle of the week.

Planted tomatoes. Better late than never.

Molina: pinch-hit, walk-off ground rule double to win 1-0! Giants celebrate at 2nd base. Thank you, Bengie!

Extra innings. Giants have 2 hits.

0-0 going to bottom of 9.

Zito leaves after 7 scoreless.

Sandoval makes nice catch for out number 3. Redemption!

0-0 through 5. Lewis 0-3.

Sandoval swings at ball 7, misses, K's. Anxious?!

Zito fans 3 in fourth!

Today I bought an EcoFlow showerhead and shopped with Mom using canvas grocery bags. Small Earth Day observances.

One of the things I'm joyfully rediscovering about the burbs: when I walk out the door of an evening, the feel of grass under bare feet...

Hmm, yeah, Survivor. I think I watched a first-season episode. I tried to get interested in Lost, but that was a non-starter.

Reading about Simon Cowell in today's NYT, I remembered another of my Large Pop Culture Gaps: I've never seen an episode of American Idol.

Riding in the wetlands near dusk is a good way to learn to keep your mouth shut. (Bugs.)

Last night in Baghdad-by-the-Bay, in the streets post-JWeir party, it was still 70+. This morning, it's still 70+ and heading to the 80s...

Going to see Joanne Weir at Tres Agaves. She's written a book about tequila drinks! Tequila tasting, anyone?

Abundance = Spring or Summer? Hasty weeds and sudden blossoms, or growth on growth and fruit? Or Fall? Harvest-time is pretty damn abundant.

I often wish I knew the names of trees and flowers and stuff. Or that I could identify birds by their calls. What is that, I wonder?

Mom just divulged that she once dated a guy named Shirley Wright.

It goes deeper than Caddyshack. I have never seen Bill Murray in a comedy film.

Further amazing revelation: I have never seen the video for Michael Jackson's song called 'Thriller.'

Embarrassing pop culture gap: I doubt that I have ever heard, nor could I identify, a single song by the band called Phish.

After two no-shows, Lifehouse finally picked up donations. Yay! More room in the garage to sort out boxes. Always boxes.

I'm shooting How I Write with Richard T. Ford.

April 16 is a good date. Sunshine. No wind. The possibility of accomplishment.

Off to traffic court again. Joy.

There are very few things more debilitating than a fierce, persistent wind.

My friend Kathy writes: Compassion is the currency of social responsibility. Love that! http://ping.fm/vnX43

Tonight I'm shooting 'One Night Only' at Club Fugazi. It benefits Richmond/Ermet AIDS Foundation and Broadway Cares/Equity Fights AIDS. Yay!

This week is neighborhood clean-up. In Novato, that means we can put out 14 bags of extra garbage to be taken 'away.' (Sorry, Butterfly!)

Watching the Lepage production of La Damnation De Faust. Now there's some Easter entertainment. Despair! Damnation! Redemption!

I just blogged for the first time in months. Carpe scriptum!

Verba volant, scripta manent.

In college, a long time ago, I took a semester of Latin.

If the sunset was beautiful, and beautiful is Kahlua on an ice cream, then the sunset is beautiful on ice cream.

You can't hurry good ideas, apparently. And neither can I.

I was feeling mopey about everything. It's all a struggle. I'm tired of the struggle. Then I thought, Hey, stop struggling! (And it worked.)

The day begins with awareness that I have slept through the night, forgotten my dreams, and must now wake up fully in order to make coffee.

Or a novel. Could you write a novel based on status updates? Say, what's the difference between 'status update' and 'microblog', anyway?

I wonder how long it will be before someone publishes a book based on microblog updates?

Just to be clear, these letters could apply to me, too: ILVTOFU. I do.

I went to yoga class this morning and had one of those magic, revelatory moments where my body made sense.

I'm writing an agenda for a meeting. Seriously, planning a meeting. What kind of person does that, anyway?

Viewed from a browser or phone, the world can seem remote. Yet there is war, piracy, and kidnaping of journalists. I have to remember that.

The second Golden Room test was a happy thing! I'm diggin' the world of online video conferencing...

Second Golden Room test coming up at 2PM PDT. The excitement builds.

I'm doing some heavy social networking now. Twitter, Facebook, Bebo, Plurk, MySpace, LinkedIn, Tumblr, Identica, Brightkite, Friendfeed...

It's nice to go to bed having had a little work and a little fun. And the Giants won. Woo-hoo! (Thanks, Marlowe.)

Gorgeous Spring shower. Successful test of Golden Room. Bike ride in the wetlands. Dinner with Mom. It's a rough life...

I'm 'seeing' the SF Giants game on Twitter. Go Giants!

Our first online Golden Room test went well! Yay! This will be an amazing place to write, just like the old GR in Oakland. Yay!

42 months later

Here I am again. Hmmm.