that's crisp

I can't even believe it she told me

I step out of doors this evening, and without warning am I bitten by the crispness of autumn's cool stillness.

Now, it was a tad chilly when I began my day--I was unable to laze about comfortably in boxers and shorts for all my afternoon--and I will admit I did spend far too much time in 'dream-land,' finishing the series of Battlestar Galactica, but I was shocked by this crispness, autumn's invigorating nip at my teat.

Shocked in a good way if not great.

I've felt a rut, here, long enough for me to qualify it as 'an episode,' and the sense of change all around me might be the impetus I need to really effect change within myself.

I understand these things take time, friends, and I know we're all going to look back on this and just chortle future's days, away--

I'm here, now, and I think I can really do all of this, two weeks' shy of our equinox into fall.

Autumnal. Change.

Hell, I've got demo vocals on the docket for tomorrow and am going to meet with our guitar/bass man later that night. I'll take some video for you.

I figured out how to switch the ruler/grid in my cracked Sony Vegas video editing software from seconds/frames to beats/measures.

I've always wanted video to play a rhythmic part in my ensemble, and now she can. I'm still getting used to the sag of interest as I leave these spaces in our narrative, and here I pretty much trail off near the end.

Forgive me.

the parts that are cool are still cool