(1) Awoke with energy to the pitter-patter of an outdoor drizzle. As I pulled the covers over my body, I pictured myself lying on three layers of cardboard outside of the East Bay Area Works facility, pulling a single sheet over myself, that being sufficient to separate my skin from the rain. I’m grateful both for the memory and for the very different place where I woke up this morning.
(2) Took a 10-K walk and noticed that the tread on these Nikes that I got for only $5 at the Goodwill far exceeds the tread on the last two pairs of running shoes I had.
(3) There’s something of a positive community in this town. It’s non-religious, it’s artistic in focus, and it seems to hub around a certain coffee house. It feels good to have been accepted within this loosely-knit — and yet close-knit — community of like-minded Artist types.
(4) Grateful to have been published for a third time on Classism Exposed. It’s interesting the way she assigned me the story on Friday the 21st, I got the ideas and wrote the whole thing on Sunday the 23rd, turned it on on Monday the 24th (her having told me it was due on Tuesday the 25th), and then saw it published on Wednesday the 26th. Felt like it was meant to be.
(3) I think my Autumn Leaves came out all right. I laid heavy on the B-part and it was a bit rushed. But all things considered, I think I made a statement.
(4) Personal reconstruction. Putting all my pieces back together after their having been smashed to smithereens. This is a sacred and holy order of business — you have been warned.
(5) Something of a role or function in the world right now. There’s no reason to feel I should only be getting published in Street Spirit and Classism Exposed. One led to another, and the two can lead to a third. I only need to be discerning and a bit more aggressive (as I was earlier on).
(6) Tuesday Tuneup 27 is getting record RT’s on Twitter (and RT’s upon RT’s). I guess that’s what happens when you reference Christianity, Paganism, and Satanism in the hashtags.
(7) Ran into Erika at the Round Table the other day. She was in town for a wedding – a total surprise. She wanted to pray out loud, right then and there, and she did so, quite eloquently, even surrounded by students, professors, and cafe workers. Something about the content of what she decided to pray, and its very genuine nature, was phenomenal. I even have it written down, most of what I remember. She also told me I was a “great composer” on her way out.
(8) Gentle rain this morning outside my lightly-cracked window.
(9) The Age of Nevermore. Diligence. Bridging the gap; connecting the dots. This is going to be a good week. Things could be a lot worse.
(10) I’m very grateful that they’re not.
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