strange days

Brian Eno's "Dance #2" on a warm bus eastward bound. Feels like

glasses knocking together delicately but not breaking

performance art

the great depression-era murals

a room full of color changing lights

hunger

strange quickness but calmness

drugs as an enhancement of personality

drugs to feel some other reality

drugs for slow walks home on wet streets in a neighborhood that is still new to you

loving something and leaving it anyway

thank god the air came on

being stranded all around town

taking drugs in strange houses

walking everywhere

feeling that everything you see is so fucking beautiful

wanting to put personal things online to share them with other people that you do or don't know

how well can you know anyone except those you somehow seem to understand anyway

so....

hmm. i created this blog in order to follow some that belong to friends but i don't know quite how to find them. everyone is on a different site and i don't know which to use. it seems there is a way to synchronize everything but i'm not really sure what is what. technology was supposed to get simpler but i find myself confounded all the time. i feel old already so i cannot imagine the technology to come. if i'm ever a professor i know i'll be that one who has to call up a student to turn on the projector every time. but the internet is good storage space for the thoughts i want to look back on because it never forgets. so here, i guess, is my first of what is sure to be a very intermittent series of "blogs," a word that sort of disgusts me.