time's a mood that we cater to

This is Jack and Julia, the jewels of Virginia, walking the rails that prickle through Charlottesville out to UVA and--presumably--back. We saw a dead skunkrat. Some guy on a bicycle stopped and ran over and peered close. "If I gave you a million dollars," he asked us, "would you eat it?" He and Jack agreed that it sucks to get your asshole done ate out. Then our new friend left and waved at our new friend who wouldn't be leaving much of anything. He said, "See you on Survivor little buddy!"

I'm about to post some pretty exciting news and also a "summer tour schedule." Will I be in your town? Maybe I'm already there? It's a good question, what with the hours I make and all the laundry I get done. But school, at least, is over for the summer. Been singing some songs with good folks: cinnamon urns and popsicle cakes. Shaved! Fried some plantains. Got one pair of shoes fixed. Conducted myself a little like an emotional pinball and a little like emotional skeet. Received a peanut butter candy bar and three really nice eggs as presents of condolence. Back in Virginia, I cooked some bacon by way of headlamp. Fairly sure I'll need to buy myself a new computer before the year's out, but pretty happy with my shampoo.