Saturday, June 18, 2011

City of Eureka Website - FAQ's

How much are the slip fees?
Berthing fees are $4.25 per foot for over all vessel length, or the length of the slip. Annual moorage (12 months) is $3.55 a foot which is the equivalent of paying for 10 months, so it’s like getting two months free! We also welcome Live-Aboard tenants. There is a “Live- Aboard” fee of $125.00 for one to two people, which includes water, trash, and electricity at no added expense.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

► Yesterday by The Beatles | [some of]The Greats | texaslifter | 8tracks

► Yesterday by The Beatles | [some of]The Greats | texaslifter | 8tracks

“After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music."

► Cups by Happy Family | Summer | allofyou | 8tracks

► Cups by Happy Family | Summer | allofyou | 8tracks

"Greatness is not measured head to toe; it is measured head to heaven."
"It takes courage to grow up and turn out to be who you really are." - e.e. cummings
"Thank God for standardized tests. Otherwise you'd never know who your real friends are." - Daria

► The Opposite of Hallelujah by Jens Lekman | turn that frown upside down | brighterdiscontent | 8tracks

► The Opposite of Hallelujah by Jens Lekman | turn that frown upside down | brighterdiscontent | 8tracks ttp://

The only people for me are the mad ones - the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars.

we were young in the summer
songs to sing a lover
most beautiful songs in the world
turn that frown upside down
the best songs you've never heard
going nowhere fast...
love and some verses

Thursday, May 5, 2011


Well, well, well, I'm at the library with no internet access. What's a homeless person to do? I'm not going to let it ruin my mood. There are plenty of other things to do that. Let me count the ways. I know Ive often gotten down on myself in my writings. It just sounds so interesting to me. Yeah, let's get down. Let's tear him limb from limb. Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what I learned at my daddy's knee?
So here I am. I feel so much better. Or do I? Do I care? Moving on. Let's not get boring here. I know. Let's talk about God. God? That's right, God. First of all I don't even know if God exists, and I got really bored even thinking about it about thirty years ago. But let's say God exists. It just works for me. I like to imagine things, and I can't stop myself from doing it. I've done it since I was little. Believing in God just works for me. It's something to think about. I think it's a good influence on me. I'm just now realizing the spiritual component of good mental health. Now, there are some things about believing in God that are not good. A good portion of the evil in the world is done in the name of God. Atheists are made by people who are really bad at convincing people to believe in God. Atheists weren't born atheists. They were made. Someone told them about God. Some how they got the wrong idea. I'm not saying that they're wrong. They might be right. Like I said, "I get bored talking about it." Anyway, people who are really bad at talking about God accomplish just opposite of what they intended.
So what am I? Am I trying to turn people on about God? Am I preaching? Am I getting a little full of myself? Does writing things down tend to do that to me? Being humble is not my strong suit. See? Believing in God helps me with that.
I just like thinking about it. If I think about it it's only natural that I write about it.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

What am I doing here?

Well, Let's see here. I'm writing this on wordpad. I may not be able to it. Also I am doing this in my car for the first time. So that's a double whammy. I really don't know where to start. It's hard for me to tell what's important. There is always that gnawing feeling that you don't have your eye on the ball, and something is going sneak up behind you and bite you in the ass. Yeah, I've been manic. I've got the diminished checking account to prove it. What can I do but move on. I guess I'm struggling to establish priorities. What's important to me? What trips my trigger? I've been using my car too much. I need to walk more. I need to quit buying things - like coffee. What else do I need to do? Quitting smoking might be a start. Getting online banking would be good. Letting my insurance agent know my new address is on the list. Changing my address at the DMV and the Social Security administration would be up there. Then the is the VA. Also I need to apply for medi Cal. Gotta go eat. bye
I like to pretend what's going to happen. Then I have to go back over it like a psychiatrist and analyze what it says about me.

Friday, April 29, 2011

Connect With Craig | craigconnects

Connect With Craig | craigconnectsYeah, I know we're nobody yet. We're still just a gleam in our daddy's eye. Just remember when you see our name we wrote you first. Love your stuff. Keep up the fight. Check us out . A little plug once we get going would be nice. I know I'm showing a lot of chutzpah here, but I've had a long day so sue me

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Humboldt Homeless Handout: letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots"

Humboldt Homeless Handout: letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots": "Tuesday, February 22, 2011
letter to Sacramento's 'Street Roots'
I recently went to work here volunteering at the free dining facility on Third in Eureka. I have run across your paper looking for information on free camping for the homeless. The reason I'm writing is tha I had an idea We could get similar papers from other markets and open a homeless news stand. This would be a way to gain visibility for the homeless problem. And whoever is going to fight us on this and everything else because we all know ' You can't do anything for these people' might as well start here. There is a small square in the bohemian part of town where they offer carriage rides and during the day an attractive young lady sets upsome small tables of jewlry similar to the way they do it on Telegraph Avenue in Berkekey. We could set up a chair in the opposite corner. You never know till you try, and then you go from there. You guys are doing a great job. What you're is important. That which you do the least of you you do for a higher power. Keep the faith"

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Living Arrangements

Yeah, it's hard to take those setbacks. I'm stronger than I think I am. I hate abandoning my room mate. It makes my guts twist every time I think of that place. I get my hopes up, and then they get dashed. Up and down, that's my life. Maybe I could beat up on myself for being so full of self pity. Hey, I had a blast. I never had to clean up a town before. Just because it didn't come to anything doesn't mean it wasn't fun. It was worth a try. Now I gotta move on. I have to choke down all that disappointment and keep on truckin'. It's just another day in paradise.

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

letter to Sacramento's "Street Roots"

I recently went to work here volunteering at the free dining facility on Third in Eureka. I have run across your paper looking for information on free camping for the homeless. We could get similar papers from other markets and open a homeless news stand. This would be a way to gain visibility for the homeless problem. And whoever is going to fight us on this and everything else because we all know " You can't do anything for these people" might as well start here. There is a small square in the bohemian part of town where they offer carriage rides and during the day an attractive young lady sets up some small tables of jewelry similar to the way they do it on Telegraph Avenue in Berkekey.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Word oricessing for fun and profit. All the content. I got it all right here in this bag. I'm sick with envy. Everything that I always wsanted belongs to someone else So here I am.Look at me. I'm somebody. I've been told otherwise. Poor me, por, por pitiful me. Where's my muse? Who thought this was going to be a good idea? It'd be nice if nthis would all turn out well like in afairy tale. Honey surgar babt's the end t'y. Personallyh I hate people. I just hate 'em. I guess I love them and hate them at the same time, big surprise. There are ;actually two sides to s particular issue. Do we see both sides now? I hate you. Don't leave me. Wonmen who love men who hate them. Why does the world keep on turning? Don't they know it ended the day you said good bye.
Joy and Sadness rule the world
Giving in to the powers that be that might be what they seem.

What next, superboy?
s the magic cape? What's next on the agenda?

How about "The Humboldt Handout"

Monday, January 24, 2011

Once again, with Feelin'

Well where am I? I'm taking everything way too personally. I'm being way too judgemental. It's a lot easier to say than it is to do something. Mean people suck. I like getting back at them, but then I'm just being mean too. I like being mean to mean people. I like going to war. If you don't get what you like you need to learn to like what you. I need to feel like I'm in danger of losing everything that I've got which I am. I just feel indignant. How dare people treat me this way! I need a humility pill because I'm special you know. "Look at me. I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree." And the solution is....... I guess the solution is to realize that I haven't been keeping my head down. I'm going to get it shot off, and be just so much cannon fodder. All the daydreaming I've been doing is about me being a big man. It's fun to do, but it's leaving me with the totally wrong idea. God grant me the serenity.... I need to get back to what I was doing where I was very mistake tolerant. All this high livin' is getting me down

Saturday, January 22, 2011

A record of time and place

I'm sitting here at borders. My car is packed. I moved out this morning. I'm going to sneak back at 9:22. It's 7:23 right now. This should have been a you tube video. I need to get a PCS phone with unlimited internet ant where there is cell phone coverage.


Monday, January 10, 2011

Eventually, Politics

Well, I did it again. Hit the wrong key and lost it all. And it was so good. It's the one that got away. So here I am starting over. I was writing about using this forum to see what was on my mind. Then I remarked about how it was all about me. That's when the boom hit. When I'm out by the river looking up at the rock faces I'm able to see that there is a higher priority than myself. Looking at this computer screen, however, doesn't give me the same feeling. Here I feel the need to describe what is going on with me. To every thing there is a season. There's a problem in determining what is important enough to mention. How can I tell if something is boring or not? I guess this is where editing would come it. Really, I'm trying to self edit before I even write it down. I don't see it working real well. The whole thing strikes me as a losing proposition. So I'm back to doing what I'm really good at, getting down on myself. It's good for filling in the gaps.
Basically I'm using this as a diary. I know I've said that before. Diaries can be so boring. Let's see how fast we can recount the past. I stayed home Saturday thinking that I wanted to see the football playoffs. I didn't, but I do remember having a manic episode where I came up with lots and lots ideas for things to do. If I'm able to accomplish even one I should consider myself as having beat the odds. Yesterday morning I watched Dick Army say how the Arizona shooting was a problem for psychologists not sociologists. Expecting an extreme right winger to do anything but deny any and all responsibility would be like expecting Hitler to have a change of heart. To me it all goes back to Reagan. I realize that the guy did have a first rate temperament, but what really wowed the right was his ability to be downright mean in the slimiest way possible. Homelessness wasn't a problem until Reagan had his way. And he had the ability to say really mean things and get away with it. Now I realize the equation has to be massaged both ways. I also realize the worse a conservative acts the faster real change will come. It's nasty that it has to be that way, but that's the way it is. Then we had Newt Gingrich. Democrats had held the house for forty years, and that just wasn't healthy. You can blame the left for not being aggressive enough and therefore never having to face defeat. You can blame the public for getting strung out on hand outs. You can blame the democrats for handing them out. You can blame the Republicans for refusing to budge to the left and become competitive. I haven't studied it enough to know what other people think. Anyway it became legitimate for Gingrich and the right to get really nasty. The system had lost its balance, and they had a right to have it restored. They were the only ones to come up with a workable plan to do so. Just because it entailed poisoning the public debate didn't make it illegitimate. So the left wing once again has reaped what it sowed. What should have been done I have no idea. It's the world. It is the way it is. You can't change the world. The world is going to be the world. I just think we are really lucky to have Obama. I love this guy. I love everything about him. So that's pretty much the way it is. I've run out of energy, so I'll just stop in the middle of everything. It's my perogative. I can do anything I want. It's my party, and I'll go home when I want to.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

To Beat Back Poverty, Pay the Poor -

To Beat Back Poverty, Pay the Poor - "Today, however, Brazil’s level of economic inequality is dropping at a faster rate than that of almost any other country. Between 2003 and 2009, the income of poor Brazilians has grown seven times as much as the income of rich Brazilians. Poverty has fallen during that time from 22 percent of the population to 7 percent.

Contrast this with the United States, where from 1980 to 2005, more than four-fifths of the increase in Americans’ income went to the top 1 percent of earners"

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Another dollar, another day

You know it might help if I made a few notes and had some kind of plan for what I was going to write before I begin. This is all strictly stream of consciousness. I have to be writing before I can think of what I want to write about. I would say there is definitely room for improvement. Like this morning I would like to write about what I've been thinking about what I could do to help the homeless. What do the homeless need? What can I do that helps them? I take the 7:54 bus in in the morning. It gets me to Eureka about 8:45. I walk down to the showers and hang out. Then I walk over to the three sided shelter beside the mission and check that out. I still have to apply at the St. Vincent de Paul lunch room, but I've applied at the store and at the showers. The mission just uses people who stay there. In other words I need to find something to do on my own. There will be ups and downs I'm sure, but I'm just taking it one day at a time. It too is a stream of consciousness kind of thing. Yesterday I went out to the shore by the mall. I found a torn tent and a somewhat clean piece of styrofoam the thickness of a blanket. I rolled the two up with a clean trash bag I had been sitting on and picked a place to stash them to see if anyone would disturb them. I also picked up the litter around the area. I put it in the plastic bags, the urban tumbleweeds, that are usually part of the litter. I wrap one bag inside another somethimes wrapping three or more bags around each other. The idea is to keep the litter from scattering again. Also if the homeless find it it will give them something to do if they think there is something valuable inside. Maybe I can get some of the yellow bags they put trash in that they pick up beside the road. It would probably be a bureaucratic nightmare doomed to failure. I might uncover some interesting information in the process, however.

The obvious thing that the homeless need is a home. To do that, however, they need to cooperate with the system so they can be reintegrated into it. By doing nice things that they would appreciate it might be possible to get them to look positively at the system again. That's the theory at least. I not only want to help the homeless I want to help the rest of society also. Martin Luther King jr. didn't only want to help black people he wanted to help white people too. I think society in general wants to be free of the shame that the homeless bring upon them. They have just given up trying to figure out how to do it. I think it could be called compassion fatigue.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The morning after

Well, happy new year! So what? I mean really. Once again inspiration eludes me. I'm recovering from a little mania, and I see that I'm not in the best mood. Still I write. Is it because I want to or because I have to? What difference does it make? Should I not do it if it is because I want to? If I'm doing this to just kill time I ought to just erase it when I'm through. Maybe I will. How will I determine whether I do or not? Might I preserve this just to show what a bad entry looks like? The real question is how many different directions can my mind go in at one time? I guess that's called looking for inspiration.

I just moved to another table so maybe I'll be able to do better here, but from the feeling I'm getting while I'm writing this first sentence I doubt it. The other place was warmer, and in January I'm always looking to stay warm. Anywho, I'm at where I'm at. I look around at all these people working at jobs that really don't pay that much. Still they do them with honor. They're satisfied with what they have. I can't understand that. It's like they don't think enough of themselves to be discontented. I guess that's the way to be. I know I'm not. Everybody has problems, though. I just have a lot this morning because I'm recovering from a manic episode. Really it's good in a way. It keeps me aware how hard my life can be. Otherwise I would take on too much. Face it. I'm going to push until something pushes back. This morning is what that push back feels like.