clothing optional

If there is one this that the hippies got right, it was Wreck Beach.

At said beach roughly three years ago a young man - who at the time I believe to have been under the influence of psychedelic drugs - said to me:

"From now on, I'm only buying things from naked people."

Much time has passed and that man is sure to be in a very different mindset now, but when I was recently at Wreck Beach I thought to myself, I think that he was on to something.

.I.

I've got a dirty kitchen in a messy apartment. I purchased a new record, which is actually two records, by the band Deerhunter today. I've been finding books of fiction to be difficult to read recently. I want non-fiction. I want facts, not daydreams and imagined schemes! I am beginning to get stoked on being schooled in Edmonton. I am not looking forward to the effort of home-hunting, packing, moving, and unpacking. I am looking forward to the road trip between Vancouver and Edmonton that it will involve. I am glad to have the chance to spend much more time with my nephews and the adults that they live with. I am beginning to feel 'at home' in Vancouver, which is sort of a real kick in the crotch seeing as I am leaving so soon. I do not look forward to the inevitable prairie winters. I am hoping for some hot prairie summer days followed by thunderstormful evenings. I do not wish to mow lawns for subsistence anymore. I spend a lot of time thinking about where in their yards people could cultivate nice gardens instead of water-guzzling grass or callous concrete. I should be cleaning my abode. I am enjoying these new records, though I knew I would as I have unlawful e-versions on the computer. I should be playing my drums with other musical people. I will try harder to do so in Edmonton than I did in Vancouver. I hope that I will find time to do so between studentry and workmanship. I do not like that the jobs of my special lady and I force us to have such divergent schedules. I quite enjoyed our morning together, drinking coffee and rummaging through record bins. I should try reading something by Orwell, who's fiction is very non-fictiony. I think that might get me back on the fiction train. I should really start cleaning.