I hate missing things, last night I missed a ninja gig at Occupy Portland by Amanda Fucking Palmer. I need to keep up better with my twitter feed. There was also a show at the Wonder Ballroom I didn't go to. I'm feeling like I'm behind a veil or in a cloud and am missing many things on the other side. Things to do, people to see. What I am doing feels sort of pointless/insubstantial. Usually when there are important things to do, I see to them. I hope my feeling that something big is out there undone is misplaced.

I caught a couple of songs by the Portland Country Underground and then went home, ate leftovers, folded laundry and played a little autoharp. All those strings are hard to tune.