yesterday I went into the trial setting conference, and was told the minute order from the June 16 herring on demurrer was incomplete and not properly served, as the judge is telling me this, the clerk is printing something on the courtroom copier, and brings over a five page new minute order to a hearing over a month ago; the judge says he doesn't want to make me come back, and if I want I can go in the hall to read and come back; I do so, and walk out with leave to file a seconded amended petition, where I will be able to place the late sr-1 DMV copy within the four corners of the petition; this morning, on the beachwalk before digging into the fact I now must take the first step up the mountain to a petition tailored to the new Minute Order, near the high tide on the beach at that time was the following card. of course I took it as inspiration, but then when I looked at it closely, it's from 1978, which is really unusual. anyway, the latest in a strange life; have until September 5th to file the Second Amended Petition.
Friday, August 21, 2026
Wednesday, August 19, 2026
ready
Sunday, August 16, 2026
revised poem
(untitled)
In surf culture,
like sewing culture or any other—
it's always about who’s been doing it longest
and who really rips,
thread and stitch
of fabric.
poem
(untitled)
Probably the most difficult of our days,
where existence has presented criminality,
and in order to sleep soundly,
action is required:
where heritage, late culture, and the rule of law
manifest simultaneously,
while the spirit is tested.
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