I have been swamped with work and moving lately. I am finally buying a house. I am buying a house at a time that the american economy is collapsing, and I am buying a house in one of the best elementary school districts in the country. I guess that is something to celebrate. My brother turned 17 yesterday. Sometimes, it seems like yesterday he was 5 and holding my hands to walk up my body and do a little flip. That's a fun tactic with little boys. So active, and so interested in doing crazy things with their bodies. It really seems like yesterday, you know that I was in the church of the resurrection watching my older brother, Matt, flipping my little brother, my 17 year old brother, over and over. He was having the time of his life. I look at these things, at these precious moments in time, that you can reallly only recreate as a memory because of lack of interneural surveillance. My Rode mic died on monday, and it's had me a bit sad. I can only send the mic away to be tinkered with in California, not but 15 minutes outside of where my friend is currently residing. Carpenteria California? Apparently it's just north of Ventura, the location of the current Cytoplastik west coast faction. I find it just a bit ironic. Soon I will be a house owner, with the opportunity of a lifetime, so to speak. I am nervously chomping at the bit.
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