holycrap

Little tendrils of possibility are worming their way in and out of my little life right now, and I'm not even fucking TRYING to be my full dynamic self. I love this place. People are already trying to refer me to potential jobs and apartments and hangouts and d-rugs and whatnot. What a freaking delight.

I'm still reeling from Iron and Wine with Calexico (obviously!) but I just finally saw Dig, which is a film about Brian Jonestown Massacre and the Dandy Warhols. And holy jesus was I musically titilated by the film and have subsequently been compulsively listening to BJM.

Went to Oilcan Harry's, a gay bar, for retro night last nite. Twas fucking dead, but I got my old Missoula friend Mary to come down. She is now mysteriously and post-Katrina-ishly relocated to Austin, and I suspect we will be spending a goodly amount of time together as I LOVE the bitch.

Though I have not actively begun searching for a job, I am helping my friend Trey, who does real estate photography, tonight and may be doing more of that in the future. I fucking even opened a bank account! My god, it's hard to believe I'm finding the capacity for responsibility in this thick smoky haze.

Will be working on pictures soon, for Zach and any other ole anyywho might care to see. I am on the prowl harder than ever, so watch out Austin blokes!