“It’s the same story the crow told me, it’s the only one he knows. Like the morning sun you come, and like the wind you go. Ain’t no time to hate; barely time to wait. Whoa-oh! What I want to kno-ow, where does the time go?” -Grateful Dead
Many strangers visiting and mystery old-timers visiting lately. It’s sort of nice to see… Not sure what’s setting it off, but I hope it continues. The artist of the graffiti I posted on my journal actually found the pictures! (His is the blue bit to the left of the tree here, and possibly the rest. compare to his stuff in this entry.) LJ really is a small microcosm, even with 5 million journals out there. I love been so “googleable”.
When I think graffiti, I still think of REI.
My goatee has vanished into a full beard. That may change this weekend.
Urge for walkabout has returned, after revisiting my summer sojourn to Miami. Saturday after coming off of call, I’m going to go picture taking again, if the weather and mood is right.
Music on the mind. I want to hear singing, preferably live, or at least recorded live.
1 year ago – memes, rubber monsters, super heroes, pestered by CS, whistles, newtcam by skylight, mild MD drama
2 years ago – Haiku, Robert Culp, projects, bro lies to me
3 years ago – walking, TG pressures, Astley and his grey market goods, abc meme, morning move poll, misc news
4 years ago – gloating, monkey brains, Alton brown
5 years ago – Newt breaks 2 lbs!