Well I only have 15 minutes to write something up.

The office at my work sits on a hill with giant glass windows. The sky is covered with deep, dark thunderclouds. But it's warm, because this is summer in Oregon.

It feels like a lightning bolt could shoot out of the sky at any moment -- like you could reach across the horizon with your mind, channel yourself into the chaos ... and end up some place different.

I'm glad I wore linen today, because the wind touches softly on my skin and reminds me of ... memories. You can't really figure out which ones, but if you were to think on them long enough, memories would come.

I went and saw Jay Brannan last week. In a lot of ways he reminds me of myself. The words in his songs are powerful, and as I listen to every single one of them (I've downloaded them all into my new I-Phone) memories flash across my mind and it's like I could have written the same songs myself. He captures a lot of my past and echos it back into my headphones. I consider it a gift of the cosmos, since it's obviously a random convergence of chance.

Anyway, it's been nice at times listening to him. At other times it's filled me with doubt and fear... and deep depression.

I highly recommend his music. Go buy it from the I-Tunes store now!!! He's poor and hungry, and I can totally relate... :P

I have to go now. Toodles.