Nathaniel Sr.: You aren't even grateful, are you ( Read more... )

I've been reading through my LJ. From the very beginning, 9 years ago.

It's been an emotional ride.

And the one thing that amazes me is how much I have been through in the last few years.

And I'm still here.

With a lot less hair and more of it gray.

Drinking my lunch. The broth of a cup of soup. Not something untoward. Have chopsticks waiting for the noodles. Makes the 28cent lunch bareable.

I'm tired and filled with phlegm.

Yeah. That's all.

On lunch. Eating matzo ball soup. Enjoying the youth engaged at the bottom of the bowl.

Not sure what to say. Been reading old posts. Feeling some things but not ready to put words to them.

Maybe after I get through this very long day.

(Mandatory overtime)

is listening to Toad the Wet Sprocket

I want a self-cleaning life.

I got a mole chicken taco and two carne asada tacos from Tacodeli. Carne Asada always reminds me of San Diego ( Read more... )

Listening to Talk Talk. The last of the synthpop records and the beginning of the post-rock magic.

Trying to re-configure an odd life. Once again.

I am listening to Tangerine Dream. An album that sounds like the birth of Universes. I am trying to let it take me away. But, not too far.

I need to be here. Be part of this. I'm not sure what the antecedent is.

And I wonder if that's the problem.

I came to Austin to try to change my life ( Read more... )