the secret week

i've been in madison for a week now and it's still nice to be back. earlier last week meredith and i kept making references to going to minneapolis next weekend. after a couple days of this i realized that there's a secret week in between the end of may and the beginning of july and that it is actually the following weekend that we will be going up to sexy spring! a secret, extra week! so we need to make the most of it.

in the uw library now trying to get work done on the clamor music fest and an interview i need to transcribe for my passions and survival project. so distracted though...

woke up this morning with that song "land down under" by men at work in my head. it would be a crazy thing to do but australia's summer does begin right when it starts to get cold here. hmmm...

you better take cover

back in madison

after a long journey i made it here yesterday morning. it's great to be back and the weather is beautiful. i'm looking forward to seeing all my friends again and all the fun that awaits this adventure...

the outcome's not so clear

a lot is happening and it's finally setting in that i'm leaving for the midwest next week. spring is in full bloom but the incessant rain has extinguished much of the springtime buzz. i can't even remember the last time i saw the fucking sun. but it's not terrible. so, updates...

*gave my notice at the bookstore but might be able to return after my travels
*didn't get the job with the newstandard but will freelance for them
*found a ride to the edge of the midwest and will bus to madison from there
*excited about all the fun happenings in madison when i arrive
*starting to get serious about coordinating the clamor music fest
*can't stop listening to the new defiance, ohio album
*already miss riding bikes everyday with my roomate dave

calling old friends to make sure they're real,
talking, talking just to feel that sense of home
you lost when you left last year.
distance is just numbers on a dashboard,
hours thinking about nothing
but the transmission stutter you fear.

i remember what you whispered in my ear,
and all the things we tried so hard
to never have to hear,
like kids tighten up,
start saving for the golden year.
well, hey, that picture it fades day by day
and the outcome's not so clear.