Daily I Ching Hexagram Free from Tarot.com

Daily I Ching Hexagram Free from Tarot.com

Poetry and peacock feathers
Web cam strips

Wall Street and deserts
Plagiarism envy

Heartburn fury
Passing fancy

Words filled
Filling nights

Beauty of wood
Carved tea woman

Making my face
with Diane Wokoski

I went to see Scout Niblett at the Mississippi Studios Friday night. She was like an anti-Johanna Newsome. She sang with a straight-forward US accent but talked with an English baby lisp voice. Her music reminded me of Jack White and Patti Smith. I felt lucky to have Suzy to come with me.

I feel like I've circled back to two years ago to start over, but without the ability to get ripped.

I still like the music on my iPod. It feels fresh and meaningful. My mind and it's container not so much.

I'm noticably in the red financially, even with a gift from my parents.

While this knowledge registers in my brain as a message to cut down on spending, it registers in my behavior as a spurt of credit card purchases out of worry that soon buying will come to an end (which is ridiculous). But also of obligations remembered.

Someone suggested that it would be foolish to pass on the last orgy of the Roman Empire, but that person is very cynical.

Yesterday morning I picked up a bunch of trash in the park. I've been collecting things there for a collage since I moved here two years ago. This time there was so much trash I threw some out. At one site there were the remains of two people hanging out: an almost full pack of smokes with one turned upside down for good luck, some cigarette butts, change, mostly pennies and a spiral ear thing. In another area there was an empty Hormel canned meat (spam?) container and parts of the label.

Later yesterday someone gave me a free ticket to see the Decemberists in Pioneer Square. I don't think I'll recount the whole affair, but the September 11th concert underneath the newly securitized Pioneer Courthouse seemed to me to be an example of what is wrong with the USA post-911. I don't blame the musicians.

I left the show before it was over to see an Irish guy named C something Lovett perform a Beckett story called First Love. It kind of pissed me off. I don't blame the actor.

There are rocking chairs here at the Saint Louis airport. The drinks here are overpriced.

But the museums in the park are free.

Moon River

Was playing when I first wrote to describe this rooftop bar scene. I may have lost tha t post. It said I'm soaking up sun, beer, chips and tapenade. The women are mostly wearing black and white, with spots of red, pink and purple interspersed around.

I've been reading Wonder Boys since June. I'm up to 3 am on the first day of the story. That Grady Tripp gets into ba lot of scrapes.

Now Dancing in the Moonlight is playing. I love this song.