It's Monday night, and what a gorgeous night it is. My machine says it's 64 degrees outside, which, in my short time in this weather- hellhole of a state, during this time of year, seems to be unprecedented. Tomorrow night starts a long week of recording with the band. It's exciting that I'll finally be on an album, and not drowned out by a shaker. The best part is that we are rerecording the aforementioned song for this album. Very exciting things. Very. For the rest of the night, I think I will bask in the cool air and let the mosquitoes suck me dry.

Social Anxiety

It occurred to me in the shower that a person can be so consumed with fortification that they forget to tend to the thing they're protecting, and instead, concern themselves with the protection of the wall itself. The result of this, I would imagine, would be that whatever is behind the wall dies away. Possibly though, it isn't organic. It could just become a dilapidated structure, on which a person could base their blueprints, should they decide to rebuild. At the end of the day, I guess, worst case scenario is that one has a strong, well cared for wall, behind which is a plot of real estate, ripe for some sort of rebirth or re imagination.

Back? Possibly?

I think it's been about a year, maybe less, probably more, since I've written anything on my little story wall here. Recent updates: I moved from one house to another in North Austin; I moved from that house to a different one in South Austin; I moved from THAT house to my current house, still in South Austin. I've been a couple places and I've done a few things. That sums up 2008-2010 pretty well, I think.

Lately, I've had a really strong urge to start writing, an urge mostly brought on by the influence of television and other forms of media that I've felt compelled to absorb. It's difficult for me to find the drive to take the passion that I feel in those moments and write down my thoughts. Sooner or later, I end up losing it because I start watching cartoons on youtube or reruns of ....I guess mostly cartoons on t.v.. I'm not saying that if it weren't for cartoons, I might have the next three or four Great American Novels saved on my hardrive, but I do think it would sharpen my mind a little bit to sit down, and even at the very least, do what I'm doing now: Complain about things I can change but won't. Or am I changing by writing this? So am I complaining about nothing? Or am I not complaining t all. Maybe I'm just stating that in the past, I have not done this, when I maybe should have, however NOW, I AM doing it. If I get up now, I might be able to catch the end of a Friends rerun that I've seen already, as a rerun. I can't stand in the way of that.