frightened fields: goodness and bother

I've started this post a handful of times, but I realize these are things that need to be said to your ears. I've been accumulating links like a downhill snowball, so I'm gonna do a little house-cleaning. It's sure to be a grab-bag, so get your feet set.
I was listening to Medley: Jack & Neal / California, Here I Come by Tom Waits, and all I could think of is how cool I feel when I'm with you. We're rusty but soon will be able to form like Voltron with chameleon-like speed and ease. I was pretty obsessed with the the Beats when I was a teenager (isn't everybody?); now, it's the end of that movement that is most interesting to me. The best of them seemed like lost souls and that's what I liked: the fact that they had their moment. It serves to sweeten what it was all about. Short story long, I like these few pictures and I can't wait to see you next. California, here we come.

I can't wait to go dancing. I seriously can't. When I think about it, I tap-dance in my bare feet under the table.

So many pictures. I love and hate that there is no further information. Their histories form easily for me, but when my mind relaxes with them before my eyes I have to wonder: what's their story?

I don't even know why-the-velcro. I always want to see more of what you make. In Breakfast of Champions, Vonnegut theorizes that God made Man (or, at least, kept him around) simply because he never knew what Adam was going to say next.