mother i lost it, all the fear of the lord i was given.

oh man, don't people ever get tired of sayin' "one day"? keep figuring over and over i should be just doin' what it is i wanna be doin' and dontcha know it's a relief to be a nobody. you know hindu philosophy is based on doing what you want without holding back because you'll realize in the end that it's all empty anyway. why then, would you do anything that's empty to begin with when there's everything else you someday coulda shoulda done. there comes a time when one asks even of shakespeare, even of beethoven, is this all? so maybe we shouldn't be stuck in dr. seuss. i might be content forever living in a tent, sleeping in a hammock, stack o' books in the corner, and pretty view outside, maybe. we'll see. dropped all that jazz because life's too short to do anything useless. that's why you gotta have your dance parties and one day we'll all be infinite.

cynda and ian got me a ticket to the iron & wine concert for my bday. i'm pretty sure my life is complete. or will be on december 2nd anyway. (you ever hear the live at bonnaroo album? ...it makes you believe in great things.)

(mother, don't worry.)

i ain't no monkey but i know what i like.

today i was told by a bus driver that beaverton was the new fareless square, gave a high five to some guy in a fuzzy turtle costume, got falling elm leaves stuck in my hair, was asked for money to fund some "alcoholic relief" for a group of streetkids, saw an elvis impersonator singing under the "pod" outside powell's, met the same guy at the farmer's market who gave us a tour of his organic farm down in the corvallis area just yesterday, and witnessed a dude with a green mohawk pull a folding chair out of nowhere and make himself comfortable in the packed streetcar. where else but in downtown portland, right?

it's lovely, it's home, it's not the same.

and if you wanna be free, be free.

stickin' it to the man.