Thursday, July 23, 2009

I'm going to try to start bloggin again...

So I decided to subscribe to Clearwire, which is $29.99 a month and much cheaper than Comcast. It came with a modem and an ethernet cable, but no wireless adapt or (or whatever they're called), and the signal is only so-so. But it works, anyway, and is faster than dial-up for sure. Most of the time. My computer is also about 5 years old, and very slow anyway.

Matt and I went to the Brewhouse for happy hour after work today. We do this less than once a month -- I really don't like drinking much anymore. I'm over that phase. But the weather was really nice and they had their patio open -- it was pretty lovely. I drank a few white russians. Should that be capitalized? White Russians. The Dude's drink, right? So good.

Matt's sitting next to me, fiddling on his bass. I'm on the couch...wondering what to make for dinner. We got some potato skins earlier, so how hungry am I, anyway? Maybe some brautwurst and macaroni and cheese? Yum. Or...I don't know.

What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.