weird to think

this was only a year and two days ago.
http://xbatadayb.blogspot.com/2009/08/fortuitous-misfortune-plastered-in.html

and how long it has been since i posted here,
xbataday.blogspot.com


i am reaching a point where i am overwhelmed by how much one can document and archive.

there is so much to follow if im gonna read the news each day, write a poem or two, play guitar, go to work to make the $$, read what others send me, exercise, cook my own food.
I like that if i write on a blog it stays there, backed up - my copies exist anywhere. the physical can become a burden so we turn inwards - emphasis on the soul or on the digital. emphasis on the body and your emails. ideas and trends are moving in strange directions. contradictions that realize themselves only when we remove our faces from the screen, our fingers from the board. i know two guys hiking in the mountains now. i wonder if they made it. i too crave that getaway to a dead silent night in the woods, feeling afraid, maybe a bear will slash my face or step on me on the way to my trailmix.
there is pure air in many places and its good to see where i can and can't live, what can you cope with that isn't normal?
san francisco i don't think i'll ever return to you in the summertime. but for now you are my little city tucked away behind redwoods and bridges. each morning is the reinforcement of routine so i need to keep tossing myself into different situations. keep it unexpected. be able to cope and move quickly. shadows in your hands.

we need to ride to santa cruz when we have the time.
we need to stay fresh and unfold ourselves so we get creases and feel the depths.
one girl is moving to hong kong, another to australia.
maybe a friend goin to boston. another just got The First Real Job of his Life.? who knows how its goin but probably a lot of elements of crap thrown into a potpourri so you think everything is nice and peaceful but its work and its good to go on for a time. another thinkin bout the navy, another moving back home for the weekends, another just moved out from home, 2 in the same building, having lunch together but different departments. some in law school that i haven't talked to in over a year. how to keep up? how to talk? if you keep up with everyone then your life will just consist of keeping up. another friend starting school again way down south. another friend further south with no more mustache. that's the update right now i guess. in a few words. another day.
sinatra said "I'm for anything that gets you through the night, be it prayer, tranquilizers or a bottle of Jack Daniel." --Frank Sinatra

roommates on balcony with cat smoking cigarettes. all in red shirts. the morning is soup and we all made scrambled eggs listenin to dylan.
im out for coffee.