A couple college youths stopped by yesterday evening to sell us some books. They were so sweet. I invited them in and we chatted a bit while I picked out a few books that fit. While I was looking through the books I was half-boggled by the goofiness of the process. Each book had a certain number of credits attached to it, and each credit got them a certain amount closer to a thousand dollar scholarship toward UC-Berkeley. And each credit cost some number of dollars, a number which was a bit obfuscated, I'd assert.

In the end, I think I bought about a hundred and fifty bucks worth of books, but they'll turn out handy, I'm certain.

lyrics:

Cloud hands reaching from a rainbow
Tapping at the window touch your hair

So swift and bright
Strange figures of light
Float in air

Who can stop what must arrive now?
Something new is waiting to be born

Crazy Fingers, by the Grateful Dead

colors: grey-green

mood: eh.

chant/prayer/mantra: make.


pax hominibus,
joel