the feeling returns

Last night after work, googling a significant name, connected to a significant language of origin:
PURE
lol

Other thoughts congealing in the restless little brain:

First seeing in others and verifying in my self-observation that human nature is to grow weary of and discard what once seemed like THE THING as soon it's 'used up' for us. So the thing is to fight the "taking for granted" with acknowledgment of the continuing inspirational qualities that may still be present after the passing of time. To express gratitude, mostly through action and not words. To remember.

Anything, any person that 'wakes you up', even if my immediate emotional reaction is confusion or anger, or maybe a more positive emotion, is a gift.

A promise is not a gift. The gift is when the promise is kept.

Irish whiskey has a way of shaking loose some odd thoughts..

Down to less lofty affairs, the fall season of cool nights is arriving and I am sleeping much better. Last night I slept over 6 hours strait through for the 1st time in months.1

Sunday marks a 30 day anniversary of the last meal containing meat. The vegetarian diet is really alot easier to keep with than I thought it would be. Wait till I go to Baraboo for meal with Mom! That'll be a test.

Having trouble finding a day Sam, Patrick and I are all free to play music. Patrick is busy finalizing the addition to his house and I am working many nights. That's fine though, cause I need to work as much as possible. Drumming has to take a back seat. Practising on pads in the apartment a bit, to stay loose and not lose the recent return to form. I do need to rock. So much is expressed from cooking at the drum stool that has no other outlet. It's a good hobby.

Tonight, Happyoke with the Gomers early (the return of Biff!) and Xiu Xiu later.

listen:
King Crimson - live at Park West 8/7/08
Heartless Bastards - Stairs and Elevators

read:
Milan Kundera - Life is Elsewhere

view:
___ (TV is dead)