and everything slows down because of the beer. and mouths hang open. is that the dehumidifier in the background or just my mind. there is always sort of the tick of a clock. i thought everything was digital now. and silent. winter is toying with us, the air is cold and filled with drops of rain. clothes are warmer and prettier. hugging begins to make sense again now that we are no longer hot and dripping. writing begins to no longer make sense now that we have been out with friends and drinking.

• Boing Boing proving the old adage
• i went to weaver st after work before the rain
• We were raised by television to believe that we’d be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars — but we won’t.
• poetry aloud
• Living in California without Air Conditioning