Dylan.

The biopic "I'm Not There," set for release next year, stars Cate Blanchett playing Bob's feminine side --a stroke of sheer genius. Joan and her mom are really going to love that. Everyone will, alive or dead. In the end, Dylan should portray Dylan.

I volunteer to play Janis Joplin...show me where to audition.

I'm Not There is going to be huge. I hope it turns out as good as it sounds, and that they have free showings across the country. Hey, I can dream. They could donate part of the proceeds to aids research. Dylan is great and he's just a regular guy.

Morning.

H: Want some coffee? (bringing me a cup of good dark coffee, thanks sweetheart)
P: Sure. What kind?
H: Uh, Kopi Kampung. Indonesian. Starbucks.
P: Remember that story about cat shit coffee?
H: Oh, yeah. Give me some of that.
P: It's like a hundred dollars a pound. Yuck.
H: We could make some dog shit coffee.

Hi.

Oh yeah, I have a weblog. I sometimes forget. What's new? Well, I got a nice new LCD monitor that I can't get to work. Plug and play? Why does it only say "No Signal?" So I go to the Soyo website FAQs and the only reference to anything similar isn't similar enough to fix my problem. Maybe I need a new vga card.

Bicycling to Work and Back Home.

I finally did it. Had to wait for good weather and now that it has stopped raining was finally able to ride the bike to the light rail station, pick up the train and let it take me and Betsy (the bike) 15 miles up to Mountain View, then rode 5 more on to Palo Alto. It was not easy, but it was cool. My legs certainly are stronger.

Kudos to Santa Clara Valley Transportation Authority (the "VTA") for not succumbing to greed and blinding us riders with annoying advertisements like the BART does. The light rail cars are graciously bereft of any and all forms of advertising which, as people who know me are well aware, I detest. BART has no such qualms, and there's nothing worse than riding for an hour in front of some hideous poster. I hope VTA keeps its white walls for as long as I am commuting.

Did you know that Americans are advertised to over 3,000 times per day via all media - newspapers, television, magazines, and radio. That's a lot of crap. Honestly, I know what I need and I go buy it because I need it, not because some marketing whiz tells me I need to. Enough already.

I plan to bicycle 2-3 times per week. That should save a few dollars in gas money. Gas prices are so incredibly sky high, every little bit will help. I enjoy the connected feeling I get when I ride in the open air. Birds singing, the scent of flowers, the warmth of the sun and the cool of shade. I really enjoy it.

Matt Wyatt.

I miss my late friend Matt, may the heavens bless his snarky heart, a great man, powerful writer, heart of gold, he took me to Jambaran on the Bali peninsula for line-fresh bbq'd fish in the slow peaceful Indonesian sunset in May 2001. Little did either of us know that months from then that part of the Kuta beachfront would be blown to bits. We missed it by five freaking months. Pete Ellerman, contact me on your whereabouts. I hope all the ex-pats and hashers at Naughty Nuri's Warung are all well and good.

Swimming With Fishies.

The high point of our Cabo vacation was snorkeling at La Playa Santa Maria. We saw trigger fish, parrot fish, a puffer or two, eels, angel fish and varous other rock- and coral-dwellers. The water was opal green and turquoise.

The low point was falling face first after misstepping down one of hundreds of dangerous curbs, slopes, steps, screws, cables, poles and other various code-violating obstacles along the course of the city's sidewalks, severely spraining my right ankle. Darn. My theory is that the sidewalks are kept in terrible disrepair in order to keep masses of taxi drivers employed. Not so dumb when you think about it.

However, be thoroughly warned, my friends -- the town of Cabo San Lucas is most definitely NOT as nice as it looks on the internet. Pictures will follow.