Scribble, as seen
outside Grant’s on 11th Ave.

Caught up on my phone calls this weekend. (Well, most of them anyway – sorry Lisa!). Had an hour-long conversation with Robyn that covered everything but politics. I’m unable to talk about politics right now, even with Robyn.

Funny how a phone call can make me feel like she’s still living upstairs, and we can just go out on the porch and sit and rant to each other any time we like.

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For November, I’m going vegan (yes, even during Thanksgiving). Shouldn’t be too hard, as most of the stuff I cook is vegan already; mostly I’m just going to have to be careful about what I eat when we’re out. And, I’m going to exercise every freakin’ day. Let’s see if I can get this old body whipped into shape.

P.S. Getting up at 6am is pretty easy…the Monday after Daylight Savings Time.

library

Here’s where I spend the hour and a half between work and class on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I’m really enjoying this class (classical thought of India, China, and the West), but the reading can be a pain in the ass when I’ve been at work since 7:30. Ah well.

Last night was especially good, because we’ve started talking about Indian philosophy, which I find far more interesting than Plato. I’ve never really thought much about reincarnation before – although I do understand the traditional ideas that life is suffering and your desires cause that suffering. The professor last night made an interesting point – in the Indian traditions, your desires are what tie you back to earth and force you to continue the cycle of samsara (or rebirth). That’s why the focus is on ridding the self of attachment and desire.

Herman.

I’ve been away. Been busy. Been in a funk. Been traveling. Been lurking.Meet Herman, a regular at Food Not Bombs on Sunday, and is a Southside icon. Herman’s a collector. Rides a bike that is laden down with everything imaginable. Wears little tiny shorts that have holes in them, even when it gets cold. Knows lots of movies by heart, and does great impressions. Gives me a hug whenever he sees me.

I’m going to try to take more pictures, at least one a day if I can. And when I post, I’m going to try to not talk about work. That’s not too much to ask, is it?

P.S. I’ve done great with the not-eating junk food thing. Not so great with the getting-out-of-bed-early thing.