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    Sunday, April 22nd, 2007
    1:44 am
    i hate my life.
    Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
    11:54 am
    PATRICK STEVEN GARRISON

    Today we mourn the loss of Patrick Steven Garrison, beloved and devoted husband, father, brother, son, grandson, friend, fishery biologist, and all around good guy. Patrick left us all on March 19, 2007 at the age of 32.

    Patrick was born on July 8, 1974 in Santa Clara, CA, and grew up in Ridgecrest, CA, graduating from Burroughs High School in 1992. He achieved a Bachelor of Science degree in fisheries biology from Humboldt State University in 1996. A fishery biologist with the California Department of Fish and Game since 1999, he ran the Steelhead and Salmon Fisheries Resource Assessment and Monitoring Program for the Trinity River. Patrick was an upstanding citizen, coach in the Weaverville youth soccer league and program manager and raft guide for the “Day on the River” program for handicapped kids.

    Patrick was best known for his zest for life, passion for fishing, hearty laugh, love of the outdoors, rockin’ guitar licks, snowboarding adventures, and phenomenal barbeque.

    Patrick is survived by his wife, Ali Garrison, daughters Moriah, Miranda and Madeline, all of Douglas City, CA; sister, Kathleen Garrison of Berkeley, CA; parents Carol and Steven Garrison of Ridgecrest, CA; and grandmother Bertha Kimlin of Lancaster, CA.

    A Celebration of Patrick’s Life will be held at 4 p.m. on Saturday, March 24, 2007 on the banks of the Trinity River, off Steiner Flat Road at Steiner Flat Campground, in Douglas City, CA.

    In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Garrison Girls’ College Fund at the AltaOne Federal Credit Union, Ridgecrest, CA at www.altaone.org., or (760) 371-7000, toll free (800) 433-9727.
    Tuesday, March 20th, 2007
    2:28 am
    i should be sailing, but the sea has boiled away
    so for those of you who have been asking when i will come to california...

    tomorrow.

    my brother in law passed away today.

    we were never great friends, but he loved my sister, and his 3 children.

    goodnight patrick. we'll miss you.

    Current Mood: devestated
    Thursday, February 15th, 2007
    1:21 pm
    right. happy belated VD all.
    Friday, November 10th, 2006
    6:59 pm
    no, the world has not won, but it's trying.
    my father has cancer. start praying people.
    Saturday, March 25th, 2006
    12:13 am
    more days. more hours in rehearsal. hurt my back today, lifting something i shouldn't have. i still feel like a fish out of water in these rehearsals, but that's because it's not my show. and just as i'm starting to get a little bit comfortable with it, it will all end tomorrow. going back to being one show marci.

    one show marci is completely flat broke.

    today was a lonely day. called and left messages for a good 5-10 people and heard back from... 2 i think. just trying to talk. feel connected.

    yes marc, i owe you a phone call when i'm not in a brick building. i know.

    if you cared about it let the hurdy gurdy play
    stranger ones have come by here before they flew away
    Friday, March 24th, 2006
    9:54 am
    mornings like this that i wish joni mitchell still toured. or wrote for public consumption.
    or that i could sit here and soak her in for a few more hours.

    mornings are good. mornings are better than one am.
    12:37 am
    oddities
    little less than a week ago i was in woodstock, being sammy's sidekick and guinea pig. crazy, crazy event that the gods tried desperately to keep us from.

    tonight it's kd lang and a warm quiet room. my throat is sore and i think no, i'm not going to get sick. can't afford the time or the copay. just not going to happen tonight folks. or this month.

    but the vodka burns a different pain, and i think well, it's not so bad to be broke when you've got a cabinet of top shelf liquor keeping you company. (please)

    too much work this week, too few rewards. this is all it's come to, i see. (please, someone)

    noticed today that my handwriting is different. a casualty of the technology age. my individuality is atrophying. and i type.

    nothing. nothing exciting to say. vegas soon. vegas and warm weather and something other than here. seattle too, i hope. if i can find an affordable ticket.

    and then more work and more away.... (oh gods...)

    sleep is probably the key here. something restful...
    the old slouch hat
    Sunday, March 12th, 2006
    10:24 am
    happy birthday james taylor.

    love, love, love the WFUV sunday morning brunch program. woke up to the sound of ellis paul singing about a jukebox on his grave.

    spent the morning with oatmeal and james taylor. actually right now i'm listening to his son ben sing his songs.

    son of james taylor and carly simon. there's a combination.
    Wednesday, March 8th, 2006
    4:23 pm
    survey says: i still love october project.

    spent the day making a boston cream pie- which is actually a layer cake. tomorrow is russel's birthday and i felt like being a nice best friend.

    damn thing looks awesome, wish i had a camera.

    these are the days i need more of. ensconced in a warm kitchen, going to work tonight. life is fine.
    10:22 am
    feels good to wake up in my bed with the sun shining on my toes... bad light in the apartment prevents it from shining on my face, but we cant have everything, right?

    WFUV is playing a song game this morning. they are playing multiple songs, by different artists, with the same title. like "hallelujah" by martin sexton, and the leonard cohen song, as covered by jeff buckley. fun little game. i love waking up to my bose stereo. nothing like music in the morning. it gives me strange dreams just before coming into consciousness.

    nothing much else to report. i hear time out ny panned my show, but i can't get to the review. google "sake with the haiku geisha" for more examples of reviewers who hate my show.

    off to the gym, with any luck.
    Sunday, March 5th, 2006
    8:23 pm
    i may be the biggest loser in the world. or i just feel like i'm losing my mind.

    pulled off a marathon weekend, driving all over NY, CT and PA to go to a wedding. make it back for a show today. get home, unpack. realize my dress is not in my suitcase. probably in my hotel. i guess. i can't seem to do anything right.

    depressed, trying not to be. losing my brain.
    Monday, January 16th, 2006
    1:54 pm
    if i could get up out of this chair, the day would get better.

    Current Music: david gans- hooker river
    Monday, August 1st, 2005
    12:02 am
    yeah, i'm alive. and i'm using dial up internet (and getting charged by the minute0 for another 4 weeks. so call me people
    Saturday, July 30th, 2005
    7:08 pm
    the wheel weaves as the wheel wills
    Sunday, May 8th, 2005
    6:54 pm
    guess who got called for jury duty in las vegas.

    watch me try and get outta this one.

    :)
    Saturday, April 30th, 2005
    10:44 pm
    wish my heart would stop pounding. i don't think it's happening for any good reason. but i wish it would stop.

    up to the same old antisocial antics and i wish they'd stop too.
    Friday, April 29th, 2005
    3:31 pm
    bragging rights
    i have the most fabulous haircut.

    'course now that i've been living with it for all of 3 hours, i can see little things that i would change, and may even have noticed if i'd had my glasses on but what the hell. i'm not going to complain, i'm not i'm not i'm not.

    but i have to tell the whole story because it was a wonderful experience. and for all ya'all who are sick and tired of me talking endlessly about my hair.... tough. my journal, my subjects. tune in later for more exciting entries. :)

    *disclaimer*- i am fully aware that my stylist is being paid a very large amount of money to make me feel great/sexy/vibrant/wonderful/whatever. i know. and if that's all it was, then it's still $115 well spent.

    So we already know that i didn't sleep much, was really nervous etc. i was nearly late because i couldn't catch a local train at W 4th street and knew i'd definitely be late if i walked it, so i took my chances and eventually caught the C to spring street. --cue the dar williams music here.

    got off the train and ran to broadway and into the building. a nice man showed me where the back stairs were and i went down a long curvy staircase. i could hear people talking and laughing. the receptionist pointed down a hall and told me to go ahead and put on a robe. i walk back to the coat check and no one is on the stool. so i go back to reception and the gal says she didn't see me sneak by. she walks me back and says "you're hair looks great, who did it?" i told her that keith wass going to cut it but hadn't even seen it yet. and she said "really? what are you doing here? your hair looks great!" she couldn't believe that it was my first devachan cut. she says "don't be surprised if he sends you right back out the way you are."

    so i go see keith and sit down in his chair and he asks me what i'm doing there. i told him i'm going out to hudson valley and won't be able to cut my hair for months, and anyway it's been since nov. since i cut it etc.

    so he played with it for a while and talked to me, figuring out what i wanted.

    Keith: more lift, right?
    Me: exactly
    Keith: flip over

    i flipped my head over and he shook the hell out of the underside. then he shook the hell out of the crown. i could feel the curls separating from my head. i mean, they weren't piled on top of each other any more. the he told me to flip up.

    Height. there it was.

    Keith: 'course it looks just fine, flat the way you had it. and it looks good this way. either way.
    Me: my mother would kill you for saying that.

    Keith cut it dry and talked to me about everything he was doing the whole time. i could see exactly how it was going to look.

    We talked about my hair care routine. how most of it intuitive. i mean, i've been living with my hair my whole life. with a little bit of experimentation, you can see how your hair reacts to different things. i know the less i mess with it, the better. i know i can't brush it.
    after reading the curly girl book i made some changes. not many. the no shampoo thing being a big one. other subtle things too. but i just pay attention to what my hair needs.

    keith actually told me that i'm the first person in 8 years to sit in his chair and tell him that. good gods i hope he's kidding. he said most people just do things to their hair for the doing's sake and don't really pay attention to what they're doing.

    during this whole process, people, stylists were coming up to tell keith things and the stopping to compliment me on my hair. some just came up to compliment my hair.


    Then a nice gal washed it and talked to me about how to do it the devachan way. not much different from what i normally do, but some.

    keith showed me how to clip it up for drying. he put a palmful of gel in it while it was still soaking wet. scrunched it in and then scrunched me with a towel. and stuck me under a heat lamp. someone diffused my ends.

    he cleaned it up, cut a last curl or two. said some wonderful things about me and my hair. called me a hottie. jokingly asked for my phone number (he's married) and then seriously told me i'm beautiful and that i should go back to acting. i know, i know, i paid him, but what the hell.

    on the way home and in the grocery store everyone was checking me out. the haircut is not that good. i mean, it is, but i didnt look that good. but my confidence was drawing every eye.

    and at the end of the day, that's all it is, ain't it?

    i took a couple of pictures. if i can find someone to upload them, i will.

    ok, i'm done. i swear.

    Current Mood: beautiful
    Current Music: loudon wainwright III
    10:05 am
    hardly slept at all last night. i was actually nervous because i'm getting my hair cut by a new stylist today. ha. i'm such a geek. but i'm finally getting my haircut at devachan, the manhattan elite curly hair salon.

    i actually got up early to rinse my hair with a light conditioner and get it looking its curly best for keith. i can't believe how silly i am.

    nothing much is new with me. i'm working on sleeve number 2 of the great sweater design project.

    my father looks great. when i saw him for the first time since his illness he looked just the same as he always did. maybe a little thinner. but great. so my vacation was a vacation.

    i got a job assisting with the hudson valley shakespeare company for the summer. thank my lucky stars and all that jazz. i'm really excited to be only an hour out of the city, but at the same time an hour from woodstock from june-september.

    my 24th birthday is hanging over my head like a charlie brown raincloud. i know it's over a month away, but certain friends of mine bitched about their 30th birthdays for at least 6 months, so i feel justified.

    i started seeing a therapist a week ago. she and i had a 5 minute conversation about knitting before we even introduced ourselves. ha! that's common ground bonding right there. i'm excited about this little journey and feeling proud that i finally had the guts to go through with it, even if it did take several heart to hearts with good friends to get me to do it.

    so that's my life right now. the highlights. i'm still here. still kicking.

    "the day she hits, that's the day she'll leave. just one little victory that's all she needs."
    Tuesday, April 12th, 2005
    11:58 am
    flying to vegas tonight. rearranged a little bit of bedroom furniture in here last night. actually, i just moved my bed out from the wall and changed it's position. i had it up against the wall like a trundle bed for 6 months, now it's got the head against the wall, where a headboard should be but isn't. the room looks bigger, i slept better. yay.


    tonight i get to see my dad in one piece. intelectually, i know he's fine, and has been fine for a while, but psychologically, i just need to see his face. see him in one piece.

    i'm upfor a job with the hudson valley shakespeare festival. if i get it, i have to ditch the north carolina job, and it may put me in a sticky place for coming back and continuing with On Second Ave. i'm rather torn because i really want the job.

    hmm....
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