part of it-- parts

In the morning is the best time to watch a light show in my room and to drink green tea on the floor, listening to recordings of last night's praq la banda. It is strange how the sounds change from how I remember making them, and what happened? And at the same time, shopping for plane tickets to basically anywhere for August, remember, this is the internet, I can multitask, I Think I Can. And I do, try. But thinking about leaving has its own thing attached. I want to go do a sprawl of cardboard signs across some new city, to see how that feels & what that does to encountering a city. Since that is, really, about my favorite thing to do- encounter things. And then try to appreciate them through some kind of involvement. What did she write. "The unknown is sublime. Invention is sublimer." I want to go to SF area. Erik, are you reading this? What happens in August? I tried to go to Denver this weekend, but it takes too long & the weekend is too short. The song we made last night sounds like Deerhoof at the end, it is funny. I am thinking about putting the whole thing up on here. Jim, are you reading this? Would you care? It is interesting to trace the development of a part, as it evolves in the space of a jam. OH. Space Jam. Michael Jordan, are you reading this? We listened to that fucking soundtrack so many times driving from Oregon to Nebraska back in the family-in-van roadtrip days. Funny, because it was just me & Hud & Mom. Why a van? Fucking thing broke down every thirty miles. Really. The things we go through with cars. But it is hard! I want to be able to drive OFF. But that takes Stuff. Oil Stuff. And flying is like WAY worse, too. So feel bad about that, too. Are you reading this, Airlines? Am I reading this, Me?