there's a change in the weather... I was just sitting around my room just now, waiting for tonight's events to get here, re-reading some chapters from 'Blue Like Jazz' when I got the sudden urge to get up and go shave the hair completely off my face. I hadn't done this in quite awhile--a few months maybe? Since before my trip to Austin back in September.
Well, whatever. I'm bare now. Feels nice. It's been like 60 degrees outside this week. But the leaves are just about all gone from the trees. It gets dark a little after 4 in the afternoon these days. Just a few more weeks and I'll be able to move; doesn't look like the current inhabitant will have his stuff out before 12/1. Decided I'm going to drive home for Christmas. Should be able to get a few weeks off to go back to Texas.
Things are good, organic. Spontaneous. Mundane. Occasionally boring. Solitary. Contemplative. Surrounded. Hushed.

Just listening to an album from a semi-local band I heard last week, Bill Carleton. He said: "When you think there's no one else, you start to limit yourself."  ¶ 11/17/2006 06:18:00 PM