Tell me why the roads turn

It's new (to me) music Friday on Raybear's ipod. It can take me awhile to open up to new music -- I tend to get in music ruts, listening to the same four or five artists or 2-3 playlists over and over and over again for a month, then I'll break out of it. Part of it is I crave the familiarity of the music while doing repetitive tasks like copying or waiting for buses. Today I was actually craving new and unfamiliar music, so I uploaded Husky Rescue, Jean Grae, Client, RJD2, and Daft Punk's newest. I'm really feeling Jean Grae and I need to buy her album and give her my money because, hello, a female MC with a solid flow who's a great storyteller and decent beats. It's like a winning lottery ticket. Or rather, getting their album produced well and released is that rare -- there's plenty of ignored talent out there.

I've exchanged a couple short e-mails with my Sleazy BF ( a barely PG-rated bit on my sexuality )

I had a dream last night that the teenage daughter of a friend gave me a stick of gum that had been laced with some type of psychotropic and I started tripping hard. Like pot mixed with acid or something. Can I just say being high in your dreams is pretty fcking crazy? But...kinda fun. Brains are weird.

This weekend is packed. Tonight is babysitting and then afterwards, if we're up for it, a trip to Cellblock for a drink and a bootblacking. Tomorrow is painting our living room all day. If we get done early, possibly the spring sangha celebration at temple. Sunday morning is temple, Sunday afternoon I'm visiting with limenal who's in town briefly. Monday morning is breakfast with thebrownhornet, who's in town briefly. Somewhere in all of this, I have to mail off my research copies and do my invoice paperwork. And do some reading, for school and a book I'm reviewing. And write, goddamnit. Write!