G-D darn spaming capitalists!

I just saw some really f-d up commercial comments posted to MY blog. So i deleted them.. "how to buy crap interest free" geeze.. that's low

So now i will moderate the comments. that's that. and here's another picture for you....

Austin City Limits

I got to make a spontaneous decision last Thursday. At about mid afternoon my friend Josh Baer wrote me a instant mesange to the tune of "I've got a VIP ticket to Austin City Limits wiht your name on it. Come down, use my miles, and let's see some music." I was on a plane about 14 hours later. To make the decision was the hardest part, and also the easiest. It meant canceling some plans that I was really looking forward to, including camping at the beach, and playing 4 square, and of course, Jojo's first house party at her new house. But I went. What the hell.

The music floats across the landscape of Austin’s Zilger park like moonlight on a cloudless night. It pervades everything about the place including all the people. You can’t even really know what hits you as you enter somewhere in the middle, but music is coming from all sides. You can pick up a beat melding with vocals and a melody but no way to know if it’s all from one stage or it’s pieces your ear decides to hear amalgamated from unknown numbers of sources. The music makes you and you make the music, just by walking by. Being inside is like any other festival... Too dusty or too muddy, too many people or not enough, or if you’re like me, it’s all perfect because it is and so are you. What I mean is it’s all about you, not the festival. You make the experience what it is. If Jojo could have been there with me it would have been a dance party across the face of Austin with a spirited zest and a flavor of tempeh in your nostrils. I wish she could have been here too. And I didn’t let wishes or thoughts of the future interfere with my experience.

Look at me having fun here

Jojo and Eli are in New Jersey, it's so fun! And hot, but we keep it cool.

That's what we do.

I heart symbol you.

This is my first Blog

Beliefs are rigid, dead and frozen fish. If they ever did swim with life it was in the mind of the original innovator, who knew it. It was truth for him, without doubt or blief.
Truth is always individual, anyone else's truth is worthless. Truth is a non-transferable ticket which only bears one name.
-Yatri

want is a word i use to fool myself into giving into my fears. love is somthing you must share or it is not love but frustration. water is a evidence of universe. to water there is only flow and water lies low, always seeking the path of least resistance. even when contained the water knows not of it's containment. to the water in a glass on a table there is only glass only confine of the shape of glass and gravity. my illness is a belief and agreement that is up to me only.

78.5% of statistics are made up on the spot... thank you Becca

Peace to you and the world