On our way back from the Mission, rounding the corner onto my street, we hear what sounds like a drum circle. As we're walking up the hill a couple of guys wave at us and tell us to come on in. So, we soon found ourselves in the middle of a freaky little party with everything either dancing or jamming. A Nigerian Priest told us the older people there are all Afro-Cubans or Brazilians who've gotten together since the hippie days to play music (and, I suspect, to smoke a little pot marijuana). T'was strange but fun.

Friendly Terri Yuan is moving out here for the summer, taking a class at Berkeley to finish up Georgetown requirements and an art class in SF. So she's going to crash with me while looking for a sublet. Should be fun.



But in other, even better news, I now have both DSL and cable. For the first time ever. Sweet.

Unoriginal comment of the night: There's a big difference between what you want to do and what you know you should do

Here we go:



Music. Money. Writing. Running. Loving.

And I'm so happy for the Citerella chick to have made the Hamptons Magazine.



Sigh.

Typically, I am so loving "The Hamptons." It's making me question my allegiance to the Jersey shore.

I feel so weird. To be honest, it's like being on E, that feeling of being tired but energized at the same time. Every breath is *felt*.



Anyway, I was watching the Alma awards because I decided not to go out with Ben to Looq Hard. Nelly Furtado performed this duet in Spanish with Juanes and it was solid. I used to hate on her voice because I saw her on some TV show singing live and it was God awful, but her recent Grammy performance rocked me and this was, as I said, awesome.



What else? I got "Everything is Illuminated" by Jonathan Safran Foer as motivation to get me to follow through with my book idea. If this dude can have a novel published by 25, so can I. I guess it helped if Joyce Carol Oates is your THESIS ADVISOR at Princeton, but whatever, connections only get you so far. You still have to deliver.