i agree. i don't like the word hate. i don't even like using it, or speaking it. it's so easy to hate, and it's so easy to destroy, and it's so hard to resist not saying that you hate things.
there are stickers on bananas and peaches and plums. the worst stickers are on cds.
i don't have class tmrw, i don't have work, i don't have drill, i don't have an appt. i am going to go to the arlington library tmrw afternoon and pick up a couple books. i want to read tonight. rena tells me she is reading and writing a lot, which is altogether quite impressive.
it's november 26th. matt just stubbed his toe moving the couch. get this -- there is another david hyde that goes to my massage place. coincidences are funny. but that's it. they're just funny.
reaching out, branching out, speaking out, sticking out. the air outside is warm right now, around 50 degrees. 50 degrees is warm to me. better, the better, i better, the better of, better not, better.
kind of listening, watching the space between. if it's 53 degrees tmrw i need to wake up early and get out and savor.
to revel in and appreciate. it's what you make of it. it makes you. you make it. it makes you make it. you make it make you.
Monday, November 26, 2007
the witch doctor speaks his mind
the witch doctor speaks his mind. the weekend came to an end. i don't have to work today, but it sounds like andy might be starting a job. get this, ray allen is now andys neighbor. i can't believe it. i saw his brother last night.
rena and i talked for a long time today, slowly catching up. we reinforce. she saw the blow live! rena is getting me to read richard brautigan and anais nin. we give each other a head full of words. we are not at the river ranch.
i lived on the river for a long time. i heard it and watched it. i also rowed on 10+ miles of it for four years. but living on (above) water is strange. the bedrooms sliding door opens to the water. you sit on the edge and your legs dangle. i'm still injured from jumping in and not keeping my arms down. life goes on.
this weekend a lot happened. two parties in a row, reuniting, then to top it all off jeff and i got to go to the patriots game. it was a thriller, with new england pulling out the win, both sides calling great games and the eagles blowing it with a late interception when they could have kicked a field goal. incredible game, jeffs first, we showed everyone in Gilette Stadium our old pats towel.
heart, the verb.
rena and i talked for a long time today, slowly catching up. we reinforce. she saw the blow live! rena is getting me to read richard brautigan and anais nin. we give each other a head full of words. we are not at the river ranch.
i lived on the river for a long time. i heard it and watched it. i also rowed on 10+ miles of it for four years. but living on (above) water is strange. the bedrooms sliding door opens to the water. you sit on the edge and your legs dangle. i'm still injured from jumping in and not keeping my arms down. life goes on.
this weekend a lot happened. two parties in a row, reuniting, then to top it all off jeff and i got to go to the patriots game. it was a thriller, with new england pulling out the win, both sides calling great games and the eagles blowing it with a late interception when they could have kicked a field goal. incredible game, jeffs first, we showed everyone in Gilette Stadium our old pats towel.
heart, the verb.
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