trippy

Hey what's going on? I've been traveling again, but other than my geographical location, I did pretty much what I always do--saw some bands, ate and drank and stayed up late and slept in and even got to hang out nonstop with my man. Not a bad couple of days. Now I'm preparing--trepidatiously--to hit the road again.
More on last week and next week soon.
In the meantime, check out my pal Kelly's blog and keep an ear out for her around town. Her album comes out early 2013. (Also check out her bracelet, handmade by my very own Hammy Smackbooty.)
And peep the legendary Allen Toussaint, who played and charmed in Port Chester last weekend in a red and gold suit.

settle

Settle, I tell myself, when I feel the freak-out coming on. This--anxiety, anger, frustration, rage--belongs somewhere else, not here, not to right now.
Settled, I was once anyway, and it felt good for awhile until it felt suffocating and dead. (I just typed dad instead of dead which seems tres freudian no?)
Settle, I've done that a bunch too. Not asking for what I truly want. Letting fear get the best of me. Relaxing into the rut and avoiding the open road.
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Anyway, other people write and I am in awe:
My funny and super smartypants pal Molly at TheIncidentsAbroad.
Funny sad and also so smart Hyperbole and a Half (am I the last person on earth to know about this?).
xTx as always.