this is where it is.

oh yea. ratatat last night was so rad. it was 5:30. eric and i met up for coffee and talked about how we had slept for too many hours that day. and how we weren't even drinking our morning cup of coffee until 5:30. i was flipping through my journal and saw that i wrote down "ratatat?" in friday's square. he said he heard it was sold out. but we went down to the venue just to try our luck. and it was good because we waited in line and (after seeing a gang of bicyclists riding down market street with hundreds of rainbow colored balloons tied to their backs...) got some of the very last, few, special, regular priced, general admission, day of tickets. and then we found ourselves, an hour later, nodding and bobbing and swaying and smiling to the most perfect, electronic musical duet there is.

first class stamps.

and tokihiro sato at haines, too!

running backwards.

allison smith at haines right now.

i hear your voice in slow motion.

alyricaday

you think it's alright.

careful. this may get stuck in head.

carry the news.

the television man is crazy. look at more cool stuff here.

throwing ashes into the sea.

this is what the world looks like outside my window. only not a pond and a dock and a ladder... a hill and two lonely palm tress and some buildings instead.

what a beautiful face i have found in this place that is circling all around the sun.

and i don't know if its true but i keep it for good luck.

keep it rockin.

more visitors. more visitors. please!

when i look in your eyes.

right now, abi is sort of on her way to norcal. waahooo.

the world looks better from the stars.

with an old love letter.

and we should consider every day lost on which we have not danced at least once.

and we should call every truth false which was not accompanied by at least one laugh.

i wish you were home.

in the next few days i will be sending out this many letters. chances are... you'll be getting one.

i had a dream that i was your neighbor.

thursday.

rather sillier recently.

take me home tonight.

illustrate.

des nuits d'amour ne plus en finir.

nights of love, never ending
much joy which takes over
troubles, sadness, phrases
happy, happy to die.

family dinner tonight was a cloud and i was floating on it.

fear is the heart of love so i never went back.