my teacher was talking about ancient pottery, specifically one by the philistines...and he said "we have no idea where these people came from....they are a bastard
race." I don't know why it hit me,....it's not a new issue in my mind...i guess i haven't heard it put that way before. sad. and so i went back to my comfy oblivion with a cup of apple cider. so good.

i spent an hour last night sewing my shoes. every man should sew his own shoes at some point. in fact, i should tear 'em up just to sew them again. it reminded me of a man i saw last year sitting on a sidewalk sewing up shoes...and a little girl nearby said..."he should have a sign that says SHOE REPAIR." why? will people wonder what he's up to?

i have come to the conclusion that i am not accustomed to losing friends. i'd like to imagine it could be helped. but i guess i could be wrong.

there's a man who plays his guitar in front of dwinelle. i can't help thanking him everyday. i should get him a hat...for rainy days.