Bring it

September 3, 2010

I’m back. And ready. Campus, flourish for me.

Let’s wiggle together magniloquently in the sifting sun.

Forsooth, baby.

Forsooth.

City face

September 2, 2010

Dear San Francisco,

You and Paris were in cahoots to convince me to love cities. I discovered your ploy when I intercepted packetsĀ of correspondence between you and your french sister. They spoke of bustle and friendship and warmth amidst chills and independence and meaning and identity and language.

And in both of you there were so many goddamned hipsters.

Love forever,

-Wyatt

For this alone, live music is worth it. CDs don’t burst into shadow puppets with arms and hands exploding into tentacled octopi over ravaged guitars. Rodrigo y Gabriella, you make me squiggle.