ten seconds and counting

well, more like 7 minutes at the library's 'quick computers', but it feels as if it's seconds. last update for august, this has been the longest august, but short upon retrospect, as always is. it's already cooling down here, and i hope it stays. i'm house-sitting for a cat, and ate a peach while i was at the sat-upon house. apartment.

i just got an email from my school that they'd been contacted by some outside publishing company (a german-based company) who were interested in publishing my thesis. whether this happens or not is inconsequential at the moment; it has made me realize i very much DO need to follow my 'professional' career, which would be good for me. i'm applying for jobs, though everyone is asking me for things that seem unrealistic or time-insensitive. it's my view that we need better people up top, hiring people, but maybe it's just my view. i need to go running all this week if i want any shot at being ready to run the chicago marathon in october. that will come quick. i'll be in arizona from sept 8-14. i'll be in denver sept 14-16. i'll be in chicago after that. don't know after that.

the advent

i was recently reminded of 'free writing' from a friend here. the guy just sat down and put pen to paper, saw what happened, wrote a song. i explained that i hadn't done truly 'free' writing since junior year of high school, which was when my then hated english teacher forced us too. now loved, i'm sure.

this simple conversation at club rainbo blossomed into my current situation of writing thoughts of whatever comes to mind in a specific library-bound time period; just putting fingers to keys. my last post was that, as was this, as will be future posts. my ability to think of and plan blogs has vanished, so this outlet will be my corner in the room, the one you don't notice until it's super dirty, and cleaning it becomes it's only real function.

i wanted to take a picture of myself in this library, with a close background of book rows, and a sign that reads "NON-FICTION". i decided that, whereas i would have no problem with this, onlookers would give attention, which (ANY attention on one person) is taboo at public libraries. so i didn't do it. so went into the reading room and read some of my current book, 'adventures on the wine route', by a fucking pig named kermit lynch. slightly insightful, though, and mostly aimed at my expansion of wine knowledge. (if a mirror looks in a mirror, do black holes erupt?). now i'm leaving to bike in this wind, this unseasonal and most likely short-lived cold, and hopefully not get super wet with rain, if it comes down.

no one wants to die

headache
brownie bites through headache but
exercise can deal with that

can only look for future
revenue
transportation
imagination

forced into buildings
for communication and expo
for offerings of myself toward future employment
forced offerings

books
video
moving
fast.



false idols and interpretations
longing and slight of word does not mean saddness
a girlfriend once asked me, often, "are you depressed?",
because she was depressed.

needless to say it didn't work out.
she was only depressed because it wouldn't work with us.
i would absoluetly say i'm never depressed
only riding waves up and down

and if they're sloping low
they're bound to shoot up.

we can't live underground

CORRECTION:

i can't live underground.