What is it about Sundays–they are devestating or they are amazing, and when it’s raining and feels like early October in mid-August like it did today, they are kind of an obvious timeless. You can’t make that kind of day up, even with the best charcoal and spit.

I didn’t want to deal with wet pant hems so I threw on a dress and boots for the puddles–caught the 54C to Oakland. Caught David Cherry’s reading at the library. Hugged my lady Renee–I needed that. And why do they have tattoos on fruit roll-ups? This is another something that reminds me I’m getting older. Anyway, David was inspiring as always. Bought a book, had a conversation on the front steps about what creativity might mean these days. I waited for the 54C again, and thought about this some more. I keep pulling into myself when I need to be inspired–the moments when it’s most important to be the exact opposite of a conch shell. If I see something missing from the stages, then I should get back to putting it there. I know there are hungry people in this city–I know who you are and I know that you want nothing more than to work hard, and write. We need to take good care of ourselves, take good care of each other. Keep our fellow narrators in good health and hope, because they are living the stories you are telling.

I come home to get smacked with it again–Brad and Jeff are hard at work putting together the third issue Of Urban Velo. I love the merch page right now because various bike zines are available–a zine collector/bike fiend wet dream, my friends. Talk about inspiring–they’re running their own gig right now. I’m surrounded by crazy creative people doing things.

Today was very very good. It left me pretty damn punchdrunk.

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