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We're not living in our heads, but on the shore of muddy rivers. Let's see if I can, for the moment, get out of my head and write something. It's been a day of creative introversion, but it's not been bad at all. I'm just a bit tired. I went to Farm Aid yesterday with Chris and Herbie and had an all around marvelous time. I went to hear Wilco and Neil Young, both of whom played gorgeous yet tragically short sets, but actually enjoyed everyone (though Kenny Chesney, whom the bulk of the crowd seemed to adore, went on for a VERY long time). We laughed a lot. It was one of the nicest concerts I've been to, in fact. There was a good, positive energy about things. Just got home too late. Let's see...Saturday, I awoke to fantastic news. Patricia called to tell me she's coming out next week. I had mentioned my last post to her and told her I wished we could go camping when the autumn was at its peak, and she got the weekend off and bought tickets. So
I'm immersed in such a desperate, melancholic beauty right now. The sky is cloudy and profound, so lovely and sad that it makes my heart ache. I'm listening to the soundtrack from The Village , looking ahead to the dawning of autumn, the season of light, a time of camping and gloaming hikes, of Glo Balls and cabins, of profundity, of magic so great it can't really be pinpointed, only felt. I miss Patricia. I want to share the autumn with her. We had such a magical weekend together - I've never felt such a deep connection. We listened to Brazzaville and looked out her window at glowing Mason Street, at the shimmering bay, at the broad hulk of Alcatraz, and held each other in twilight, and awoke in the wee hours and embraced, and ate chocolate cake for breakfast and walked through the city at dusk and lay for hours just talking and laughing. We marvelled at how right everything felt, how everything could feel both so relaxing and so exciting - it really seemed we ha
Passed out in an asteroid field... I'm sitting here, in my sweltering classroom, listening to Hastings Street by Brazzaville, perhaps the most beautiful album I have ever heard. My, has it been an intense time! I have been riding every day. I hate the idea of funding the oil companies, the greedy fucks - 4th quarter profits of 35 billion dollars for Exxon-Mobile alone and they raise gas prices in a time of crisis. To me, it's a bloody industry, on par with pornography. I'm trying to support it as little as possible and have not bought gas in two weeks. Last night, I rode in the darkness to the Laundromat in Griffith and did a load of clothes. Take that OPEC! I think I need to buy some padded weiner shorts, though, for my ass is singing a sad little tune today. Let's see...teaching's going well, very well. I have the nicest students and have already established a great rapport. I feel like a burnt torch at the end of the day (such energy) but it's been fun. I a