Cowry shells. Flat intonations. Posting pictures to flickr. 1 e4, for a change of pace.
The Bank of Roma begs me, in Italian, to click
Advertisement: boat show, last weekend! Talking voices on the radio pondering revitalizing Deep Ellum. Bring back the True Believers. Re-open Theatre Gallery.
Memories are like throwaway cameras, snapping the oddest things. REM and 10,000 Maniacs bowling at the Bronco Bowl. Guadalcanal Diary eating vegetarian at Mrs. Gooch's. Natalie complaining about clove cigarette smoke, and jamming her fingers in one ear so as to use the other to hear herself in the monitor.
I think there will be a time for getting undone things done, mailings, well-wishes, perhaps a kind and heart-felt correspondence or two. World enough and time does rhyme with crime, but the wise use of time need never be coy.
I am off to put an AAA battery in my mp3 and move on up to the downtempo part of the night.