Glitter on the west streets
Silver over everything
The glitter’s all wet
You’re all chrome
Silver over everything
The glitter’s all wet
You’re all chrome
I have had to put a password on my radio podcasts (right). Ask me for it if I didn't manage to include you in the spam email that got it to you.
I've had a lovely couple of weeks. I don't know why, just because I guess. Things are enormously easier when I can stay awake for the entire day.
Boxing continues to be a joy, the first time exercise has been so, excluding yoga, which is too soft, thought it's nice to buffer the boxing between with yoga. I have developed a Friday ritual of going to yoga with a friend and then getting stuffed-crust pizza and talking about boys. Which seems to defeat the purpose of yoga, the letting go of material things and attachments to people and whatnot.
I've found myself wanting to take care of the people around me. And having them to take care of. A friend that's depressed. A friend that's homesick. I want to fix them, and I feel helpless. One of them doesn't drink alcohol, so even the leftover wine from my party isn't an option. But dinner in a couple of weeks is, at a restaurant of her home country, so that's what we'll do for now.
Anyway, that's all for now. Updating for updating's sake. Send me your address, I'll send you something. I'm stalking post offices now. And I'll probably explain why in the postcard I will mail you.
- "Heads Will Roll" Yeah Yeah Yeahs
3 comments:
You know my address!
Yes! I have a lot of addresses, but a lot of people have moved in the last year. But you and I--we're fixed in place, with our condos.
And me too! I'm so fixed in place it's stifling sometimes. Oh, and I'm going to be in Austin for my Spring Break! Phil's Burgers, and of course, you :)
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