One day two weeks ago eating lunch at Happy Burrito.
February 28th, 1999

Zilch Right Now
There is a certain crawling out of the skin going on for the second Sunday in a row, a kind of peeling of the sheaves that buffer the nerve endings so the day in day out voltage gets stronger and its harder to sit still. Or write. Or clean the tub.

I think its Spring fever, a need to more than just "look" over Same lunch. the horizon. Normally you handle these things simply, find a new wife, buy a new car, quit your job. (For people like me who somehow haven't learned that life is like this and you need to chill out). The new car, the new wife (Or in my case, a new lens. An 85mm would be nice.) keeps you pumping for a little bit until the next Spring wind blows and everything starts again. The afternoons are worst right now, but the evenings will follow.

I heard a story about a doctor who felt the reason we had so much of this Attention Deficit Disorder (what a name) stuff in the United States versus the rest of the world is the fact that we're all descended from immigrants, people who pulled up stakes and moved, so we share their gene pool. Amino acids that dance when they hear a drum. Who was it, after all, who invented rock and roll?

So I think I'll hunker down tonight and get ready for tomorrow. These moods don't strike while I'm at work unless the sun is out, a likelyhood of zilch right now.



The banner photograph was taken at the Happy Burrito in Oakland a couple weeks back when eight to ten of us went to lunch and whooped it up. Same with the second photo. I'd like to see more detail and better contrast. Maybe I'll increase the exposure.

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