tonight i bought a wok and a huge huge huge huge bag of sticky rice. made some chicken with tomato vineagrette and barbecue sauce and cajun pepper and hungarian paprika (ha)) and bought some good water at the store. water and rice. best of the best.

a man came and tuned the piano. and the piano is in tune. i accidently slept through it. i was supposed to be the one to give him a check. i wonder if he liked our new house. hm.

last night i drove to see brenton. first in a long time. he has a tattoo on the back of the muscle of his right arm. in deep navy blue. of a woodcut of some series of woodcuts on deaths of a woodcut of a sinking ship with terrified faces on a singking ship woodcut.

terrification

sadifation

luminasation

i want to learn latin so maybe these would be real words. correct words. i do not want a degree. i want to disappear. doesn't everyone. what. want to. want to what. disappear. oh. yes, . everyone does.

i want to learn how to spell. you need to learn how to breathe. i thought i needed to see. nope. just breathe.

above and beyond middle age-ed women eating lunch in the stock room in back of a fabric store. talking about their ailements. talking about diets. talking about their kids. talking about memos, faxes, and what is reallly wrong with the u s postal service's systems.

people bragging. people approving. people coveting and looking to improve.

percentages. lectures. facts and measures with the statistics.

roxy's probably in santa cruz by now.

this song we used to sing in choir . for the rhythm of life is a powerful beat puts a tingle in your fingers and a tingle in your feet rhythm on the inside rhythm on the street and the rhythm of life is a powrful beat