today is all divisible by 3

today felt like the first day of fall, the first day of the beginning of the descent. it felt wonderful to wear a sweater with my hands balled up within the sleeves, wind assaulting my inconveniently mouth-length hair, sky hunkered down too low. it felt familiar. I can deal with it now, with wool chafing my sunburn from 48 hours ago, knowing it's going to be 75 again in a few days. I'm still in a tshirt on front of an open window. the grey comforts me. I like feeling less obligated by my surroundings. but fuck... I don't want to get as sunlessly sad as I did last winter. the prospect scares the shit out of me.
...of course, I've eliminated all my main sources of misery since then. surely that will help.
so I'm totally content, on this night when it's windy and cool and RAIN is in the forecast for the first time in, like, 40 nights, to clean my lair and hang out with the ladies and assault my neighbors with Cat Stevens- even his shitty late-70s stuff.
his later stuff did have some cool time signatures.

seattle smells especially spectacular tonight.

"'I learned her philosophy of dating: "don't fish off the company pier, and don't fuck your friends. I've tried both plenty of times and it never works..." OH YEAH... I nearly spat out my drink when she told me she has cats rather than kids because, and I quote, "you don't go to jail when you get your cats high."'"
-Tucker Max

-totally uncropped Los Seattle, from a bus window on the West Seattle bridge. I was happily surprised by this.
-creepy unrearranged still life, Capitol Hill Value Village. I've gotten into the habit of going there just to find sinister things. right now, for example, you can purchase a framed 2'x3' photo of Bluto from 'Animal House.' at $24.99, it is woefully overpriced. they also had a weirdly large and compelling collection of egg slicers. I love strange kitchen gadgets that serve very specific functions, but even I can't justify the existence of a fucking egg slicer.
-11th and Pine.

Cat Stevens' "Ruins" is definitely one of his better late-career songs. I used to listen to this song OVER AND OVER when I first moved to Fremont, December 2002. I received a jigsaw puzzle depicting the cover of the Rolling Stones "Some Girls" album cover (thanks, lady!) and I'd just broken up with the guy I would end up reuniting with and marrying, and divorcing.... anyway, "Ruins" defined that weird cold amorphous 2week interim. I felt clear and cold and alone and holding on. fucking with the puzzle. playing that song on repeat and repeat and repeat...
it's still fucking great. and it's nearly euphoric to hear it now and know where I've been. you should check it out. you'll probably like it too.