it's just change. change happens all the time.

Fundamentals

There's something in a pop song about a boy who didn't call that warms heart cockles (Hey Boy by the blow). Same with a book about a crime whose victim is an altruist who doesn't the perp caught because he (the victim) had it coming (Samaritan by Richard Price). I am beginning to think there's really only four or five stories, and we just vary how they're told. This would be Hayden Frye-like.


Fungible Experiences

The world series is depressing me. I want more. IM basketball starts tomorrow. I am envisioning ACL tears and rampant palming. Please don't tell me any substantive news - I am on a diet.

Favorite smell on earth: sweatshirt bearing late October autumn smell (a bouquet of outside, leaves, impending winter, etc.) I think it only comes after wearing the said sweatshirt while engaging in some outdoor exertion for at least 50 minutes (arbitrary-sounding, but think about it - that's about right); the smell is more powerful if you somehow come into contact with the ground during this time. This morning I went on a long bike ride and at what point a five year old playing on the sidewalk held me at bay with a plastic sword and suggested i was under arrest and silly to have a blue bike. Then i played with my friend's dog. These are the events that have given the gift of autumn smell on sweatshirt. My longing to be able to play guitar and my love of this smell have been consistent, unmitigated features of my personality for like 15 years now. I bet these guys have that smell (they dont seem particularly happy, though)



Current strategy for living longer: Naked juice and organic chocolate, plus spinach and ricotta stuffed chicken. Don't front on pureed mango, bitches.