Passed out in an asteroid field...

I'm sitting here, in my sweltering classroom, listening to Hastings Street by Brazzaville, perhaps the most beautiful album I have ever heard. My, has it been an intense time!

I have been riding every day. I hate the idea of funding the oil companies, the greedy fucks - 4th quarter profits of 35 billion dollars for Exxon-Mobile alone and they raise gas prices in a time of crisis. To me, it's a bloody industry, on par with pornography. I'm trying to support it as little as possible and have not bought gas in two weeks. Last night, I rode in the darkness to the Laundromat in Griffith and did a load of clothes. Take that OPEC! I think I need to buy some padded weiner shorts, though, for my ass is singing a sad little tune today.

Let's see...teaching's going well, very well. I have the nicest students and have already established a great rapport. I feel like a burnt torch at the end of the day (such energy) but it's been fun.

I am still working on the San Francisco trip account for those of you waiting (Dan), but it's coming slow. To catch you up on the trip, I'll totally gank the description I wrote to my friend Asia, for I quite like it:

"San Francisco was the best trip of my life! I met two people who I connected with immediately and profoundly. The city embraced me. I saw the White Stripes in Berkeley with Patricia and Matthias (on a whim), drove along the beach in the fog, spent a Bible-black predawn in Embarcadero Square, smelling the ocean...I felt very at home there, like the city and I were on the same wavelength. I saw all of the places I wrote about. There are so many highlights, I can't name them. Walking home across the city in the foggy twilight, watching the lamps glow with dusk...laughing with Matthias over the stupidest things...hanging out with Patricia, whom I feel I've known all my life, exchanging poetry as the sun came up over the San Francisco Bay."

I'm heading out there again this weekend, for I found excellent airfare, to spend time with the lovely Patricia, whom I talked with for six hours on Saturday night. I'm going sailing, and Randy is coming from Reno to meet us for dinner and wandering. It sounds beautiful, just beautiful...Patricia'll be out, perhaps at the end of October for my fall break.

And I cleared the air of some things with one of my best friends (his name rhymes with Piss Bones) and feel much better...I am so sensitive sometimes, but all the people I hang out with are too, so it's alright.

I've been so happy, it's just been unreal. I feel on top of the mountain, looking down.

"The sun is coming up soon, it's time to go to sleep/ There's a heavy rain approaching, it said so on TV." - Brazzaville.

Those lines gave me such heart-cracking hope in the despairing moments of winter. That suffering is now just a distant, wonderful memory.

We have lain so long by these same starfilled windows.

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