Struck with the sense, lately, of "making it up as I go along." I'm categorizing this more as an emotion than as a realistic description of my life these day ... in fact most things I do are part of a plan, with an eventual purpose in mind. But day to day, I feel like I'm totally winging it. Not in a bad way ... it's just that I've been trying things a little outside of my reach lately. Like recording viola in the studio. Speaking French at breakfast. Trying my hand at some creative writing (dismally embarrassing results, so far). Thinking ahead while driving. Singing. All these things ... kind of foreign to me.

So, how 'bout those French. Do they know how to riot, or what?

I'm going to donate to Oxfam for the Pakistan / South Asia earthquake disaster. Hold on ... ok just did. Here's the US link: Oxfam. I encourage you to give whatever you can afford too. Feeling a little disaster charity fatigue? I know I am. But fuck it ... we can go without a few fancy meals to help someone get through the winter, or avoid cholera, or whatever, right? You know what ... there's not going to be any shortage of disasters this century either. Due to natural variations in climactic cycles, and/or humans fucking things up with global warming, it looks like we're in for some really intense weather for the next few decades. Icebergs melting, hurricanes raging ... it doesn't take an atmospheric scientist to predict a shitstorm on the horizon. So, dig in, keep that credit card handy, and just keep giving. I know, for one, I'll be happy to receive some disaster assistance when the San Andreas finally goes. Hopefully it will be Los Angeles that falls into the sea, and not SF. Ha!