purple shorts

sometimes days are uncomfortable
and you can't really do anything about it.

my house is quiet
save the fan.

when i had pneumonia at thanksgiving
i swore the fan was talking to me.

feverish.

we're in

albuquerque. which is increasingly harder to spell.

we're staying at motel 76, which was cheaper than motel 6, if that tells you anything. one of the walls is seafoam green. that may actually tell you more.

pictures soon. my backpack's in the car.

portland.

refreshing.

today we walked 60 blocks to the bridge and back.

tomorrow i'll be in arcata, CA. which means i'll be in a pretty place with pretty people doing pretty things.

thank gawd for vacations and 0 obligations.

i forgot, then remembered.

2002



cvs





america's next top model



favorite sweatpants that i don't own



pool. eek.



bwap.



in NOLA forever with your best friend watching a snoop dog movie.



colorful. come home.



tea kettle.

see clay run (to new york)

the floor



these boots make me think of ducks



new bike



"sometimes i catch a glimpse of myself in the glass, and i think, 'what a lucky guy.'"

hey.

the guy in the stupid shirt
(the guy with too many muscles,
asking your advice on dance moves)
wonders aloud, to you:
"how do you feel about poetry?"
well, sir, let me get you another beer
and walk away
to wash some dishes
in iambic pentameter

in order to make it rain:

over-priced whiskey and an amphitheater full of people who don't speak your language.