August 4, 2002

We are nearly packed.

As I sit here, staring at a black screen, I realize I have no idea what to write about. What would possibly entertain someone willing to look at this site. More research must be done, what are other people writing in their logs? Surely we haven't become such passive recepients of entertainment that reading someone elses diary rewards us more than having a life of our own. Surely we haven't become so overstimulated that we find enjoyment in the simple details of a mundane life. And surely you people aren't so bored that you care to find out what I'm up to. I suspect that most logs are exercises in egocentric wallowing and damn the opinions of anyone else desperate enough to explore the arid and desolate wasteland of my mind. I pity all of you that came here today.

But in case mundane details are what you crave, Judy and I have been continuing the "Farewell Summer" tour. Last night was dinner and the theatre with Stephan and Marjorie. Thanks. Post-theatre was grooving 'til 2:00am with Marvin Tate and D-Settlement. Today, Anna Fermin's Trigger Gospel at Retro on Roscoe. We say goodbye to one of our favorite bands from the last three years. Judy thanks Anna for ending the set with "10 More Miles," her—Judy's, though perhaps Anna's as well—favorite.

Scott