I am back to update for the first time in ages.
Nobody is paying attention, I am sure.
I don't thrive when nobody pays attention online, only in reality will that do me good.
I will share a photograph I took a few days ago.
As you may have already guessed, or at least suspected, this was shot with a much nicer camera than my own, belonging to my father. Although you probably did not guess by simply looking at the image that the camera belongs to my father. This is a viola belonging to my sister, and at this very moment she is about six feet from me playing her violin. She is rehearsing very soon with a pianist. This pianist's major is accompanying (I don't think that is the right word to describe his major) and he is paying my sister good money to be his soloist in front of a jury. The jury consists not of his peers, but of his superiors, he is not going to court to perform as a plea of innocence; although there would be an interesting story behind it if he was, I'm sure. Much more interesting would that story be than the one I am half-telling right now, I have no doubt.
I have been on an almost completely raw diet in the last week or so, and I must say it has been a delicious week of food. My meals are generally salads or spring rolls, and I have been snacking on this lovely seed mix I found mysteriously on my counter. The seed mix has jalapeno, cilantro, lime juice, and sea salt to cover sunflower and pumpkin seeds. It is amazingly delicious. I have also been indulging in some amazing granola made by Two Moms in the Raw. This granola is all stuck together to form, basically, crude granola bars. It is even more scrumptious than one could ever imagine. I have been gradually eating these snacks while devouring Kafka's short stories... well, more slowly reading them, in an attempt to understand all that is being said.
I have come to the end of things to say about this day, and though I have not updated this page in many months, I will not go into any details of what has been happening since July for the simple fact that I believe the only person to be reading this has been in close contact with me in that time. If you are, for some inexplicable reason, curious about anything I have not addressed in this short letter to no one in particular, please feel free to ask me any number of questions until your suspicions are squelched.
