big life changes. I’m on my bicycle now riding this out writing this out sneezing along but the temperture is back up and it’s good to be back cruising little Montrose again and Midtown too. a corrupt economic system is destined to fall, the question is only When and Now or Soon has never felt so right. the Buddhists say you better make a righteous livelihood for yourself or you’re just setting yourself up getting in line for a big collapse.
I’ve stopped off to sit in this cafe and drink some spirulina with my by myself… and it is a pleasant Houston Sunday. Friday I again participated in our local Indymedia radioshow at KPFT. I will be working the soundboard producing the shows there as well as creating my own little poetry show podcast in the near future.
a lot is going on but don’t say it all out since the nature of information is sensitive. I am still out of work but have some prospects and am trying not too flip out in my head from losing a graphics job I should’ve quit long ago.
with some food poisoning possibly involved I once more managed to miss our local anarchist soccer, unfortunate, sleeping all through most of the day.
I’ve been down in a hole not really hanging out with anyone as is typical for me to do during the colder months. this jazz lady is kicking out some strange lines about life being a Lovely ride… but the secret of life is enjoying the passage of time, says she. only returning to just a few pages of Brothers Karamazov I’m sucked back into the lovely ride.