So i seem to have lost my wallet. My only hope is that Miles, my instructor for shaolin kung fu, put it in his bag when it started to rain today. If not, then i left it on the park bench in Balboa Park and it is, of course, gone forever. But the joyous subtext is: I have re-entered the fold and started shaolin training again.
Tucker and I did some riotous noise art today, recording for our upcoming demo and possible entry into the NorCal Noise Fest. When Tucker transfers it, we will ‘mp3’-em and post them. I am tired and still sick, maybe worse tonight than before. I think Tucker and John Mark went to see the Hulk. I am green with envy. Goodnight.