there's nothing i can do to make my life better, but you, my friend...
as the sun blazes at eye level and bela fleck dances his fingers on the strings in their wordless poem of a big country, i think of all the remarkable people in my life... the friendships i've screwed up and the friendships that have stuck around despite me, and i see that all is good.

i am better not for the knowledge i gain, the skills i improve, the jokes i tell, but for the knowledge and the skills and the jokes i share with people who matter to me.

granted, i'm usually the only one laughing at my jokes, but still. the music is good, the sun is setting, and i am loved.



thank you for the mix CDs and the kerouac, man. i treasure you.
maybe comment on the damn blog sometime, eh?