So I have not picked it up yet, but a nice earthling named Warren dropped my phone that was missing at the coffeehouse I work at.
Sometimes. Some things. work out.
on the library computer once more typing out blog words. rambles.
not having a phone has made that a routine. I think it should continue.
Brandon and Diane and Wendy. The Ranger Station. Fire side chats.
Jessie. Hannah. Angelo’s.
backtrack. rewind. feel it in the bottom of your back.
Listening to Portugal. The Man. song: Mr Lonely (ft. Fat Lip)
I like it. Sad. It’s got feels though.
Otherness: I need Focus. Every so often I think I have it. I know I got it.
Tidal Wave. Portugal the Man.
As radio friendly as this album ended up being, It’s grown on me a lot. Thanks PTM.
Excited to see what happens next. I haven’t seen them live since they “broke out” “got big” “blew up”
whatever that wordage is. It’s about time.
I need more coffee in my head.
Meeting my friend Diane at 2pm. Focus.
I am very grateful my phone showed up and I didn’t end up buying a new one.
What an extension of the 21st century adult experience these “smart phones” have become.
It’s nice to step away from them. Finding that balance is key to surviving Singularity.
I am an earthling.
I am blessed.
I am a mess.
I’m not home yet.
I long to feel Hohm.
one way or another, we’re going to find it. we’re gonna get it. get it. got it. good.