Jonny Eat Paste humm.....hello blog. I am home again, didn't go for long this time. But dont worry, as usual it was enough time to stur up my mind and crank out some new ponderings. This weekend was spend in San Francisco, a beautiful city with enough culture to fill the entire state of Montana. While getting my hair cut in a salon that was charging five times the reasonable fee for the fung-shi feeling and the aromatic plug-in's hidden behind the fake plants, I struck up a conversation with my stereotypical stylist who wasn't without his pink stripped shirt, steaked hair and tight jeans about the city itself. It began with me explaining my love for Oregon and him adding that he feels it would be hard to "get up" in the gray of the Northwest. But I told him it was all worth it when the skies cleared for that month in summer and there blooms more lush green than there was in the Garden of Eden. He sighed, and expressed the desire he had for more green in the city. I asked him why there weren't more trees in such an arbor-friendly climate. "People would rather make money off of build ugly buildings that plant trees".


When did the intrinsic value of trees depress in value? Was there a great depression where shrubbery and blooming fields became a dime a dozen and easier to replace than grow? It makes me want to conclude that for once and for all, the desire for money and fortune has surpassed our actual need for beauty, health, and pleasure. What the heck San Francisco?/!! What the heck to the world!@!

But blog, do not fear. The weekend was comprised of so much more than angered fists and tree-hugging. I learned the not so useless, but completely forgotten art of etiquette. What a cultural mystery. I learned rules that have no beginning, no reason or rhyme, but for some reason read sophistication and poise. Did you know that there are only four acceptable positions of the hands while seated? When I voiced my desire for "self-expression" to Ms. Barbara, I was met with no answer, and only the choice to choose. Now i am totally confused about the other 65 parts of my body and how they read about my "societal position". Culture is a funny thing.  ¶ 8:08 PM