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thursday, march 11, 1999, 22:00 i'm listening to wcrb, 102.5 fm in boston. classical music is good. i'm not in boston. i thought i might be in boston at some point in the near future, but i don't think that will be the case any longer. at this point i plan on being an entire coast away. in san francisco. i think i'm okay with that right now. my father said that he envies me. or rather that he envies my adventure. the fact that i'm getting to throw caution to the wind (and any other metaphor you can come up with) and see where life takes me. i registered another domain today. because i am out of control and trying to find something which will hold my attention for longer than an hour or two. i'm trying to find some sort of identity. or something like that. not even my apartment is mine. i've not felt the (obsessive) need to vacuum in over a month now, which is a record for me. i'm sitting in the upstairs living room, which isn't pretending to be mine, which makes it okay. and should i worry about not having a job for next year? i'm not worried yet. people tell me that something will happen. i'm hoping they're right. and i just finished reading astropilots again. published in 1986or7, it is still one of my favorite books. i think i need to write a review of it. because it is just that good. now, i get to study 200 pages of modern architecture and be able to tell you that the larkin building in buffalo designed by frank lloyd wright was built in 1902. is that right? it'd better be right...
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