January 20, 2003

• I finished with the Edison discs. After a while they all sound the same, and how many foxtrots can a guy listen to in 48 hours and remain sane?
  
  So it’s not a question of finishing them, but just stopping because I’m sick of hearing the scratchy old Edison.
  
  More to come as musique du jour.
  
  
  Also, Brezsny is making good guesses, as usual. Though especially of late, I’ve found myself thinking big thoughts and running headlong into the thing I need.
  
  That’s how it is with the house I’m going to be renting. That’s also the way it is with my Vanagon. Some guy called me here in Texas, out of the blue. My housemate had given him the number. He wants the van to convert to bio-diesel, a project I can get behind.
  
  Now if I can get a call out of the blue from some guy who needs a pile of old computers. Or maybe a call from George W. Bush, pleading for advice.

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