Days and days
I need a little BINGO hopper filled with discs with themes and topics on them. For me to cogitate and write on. Read any good books lately? Do the Prey books by John Sanford count? Probably not. They're my travelin' books, but I started wondering if and how Sandford would handle a post Sept. 11 reality. I'm sure I could look on Amazon or something to see if he has written any about Davenport since then. But that would be breaking the rules. I'll just have to wait until my aunt comes by again with a box of books and hope that if there are anymore Prey books, that she'll have them.
Write what you know. Write what you know.
I started looking for a secondary ed. certification program today. Then, I found one, all online, from my undergrad school. It was very exciting. Until I realized that I'm going to have to pay graduate tuition. 'Cause I'm made of money, right? I do resemble the new twenty-dollar bill. You'd think that a family resemblance would give me better access to the printer.
Jetway, not skyway. From the other day. The sky way is in Minneapolis. The Replacements have a song about it. Unrequited love. Bums. A beautiful song, that. I miss that--discovering The Replacements, Dinosaur, Jr., The Pogues. I remember when I first liked "Fairytale in New York." I was down in Austin for the weekend, a Freshman, and we hooked up with a couple of Austin high schoolers. I can't recall either of their names--not even the one I was attached to--but the one with the mohawk (the one with more than half a brain)--loved "Fairytale" so much that I started to love it, too. There just isn't any kind of passion like the kind you live when you're 16 to 20. You're never going to be that brave again.
I bought a bum a cup of coffee; he gave me a tooth. He told me it was from a mountain lion. I'm pretty sure it was his. I kept that tooth for a couple of years--yet the dred locks my best friend gave me after he cut them off? Those grossed me out within two minutes.