So I’ve been chillin’ for the last few hours, listening the Chester’s many reggae jams, drinking beer, editing and writing a bit.  Easy productivity.  I’ve definitely still got the mojo for essays, shit came together this afternoon very nice like.  Foucault, Mouffe and Lauclau, colonial American social historiography, Maureen Down, Sarah Palin.  Poststructuralism, Marxism, old-school and new-school US History, and post-feminism, all wrapped up with a bow in six pages.  And related to social work history and practice.  ShaZAAAM.  I’m gonna be dangerous this spring.  Dangerous.

I even went for packraft adventure number one this afternoon.  Stuffed all the crap in my pack, rolled down to the river, inflated the boat with encouragement from the homeless dude under the bridge (“Don’t ever start smoking man, you won’t be able to do that shit anymore.”) and was off.  Braved the brutal 12″ rollers under the Russell Street bridge, continued on enjoying a nice current and dodging a few rocks and getting a bit wet.  Took out on the south bank near Wal-Mart, hiked back along the shore the through the gravel pit back to the bike, went home.  Nice 75 minute outing.  Should have time for more action this weekend.  The Aquabound Shred is a real nice paddle, glad I went for the most aggro shape fo sho.  The boat, well it’s small.  I already want a taller bow to keep water off from my ass puddle.  Yeah, I think a spray deck’ll be necessary, 1k be dammed.  I’ll wear a wetsuit next time, and go find something that’ll flip me.  

So help me gawd, I’m getting up and going mountain biking tomorrow.  

Was last Thursday really last week?