Jam Econo

The first job I had in Austin warranted The First Four Years before every shift. The second job often made me think of Maybe Partying Will Help but actually started playing Corona in my head. The Minutemen doubled the number of songs(like twenty or so) they were going to record for Double Nickel on the Dime after hearing Husker Du's double lp  Zen Arcade. Weird huh?

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Austin has been a half-way house between past and future. It's my current situation and within a month we'll part ways. I came here to wait. Not to grow up and move away, or put down roots to die, just to pass some time. No formal hello or goodbye. We just showed up one day. Hung around. Kept mostly to ourselves and enjoyed the food and weather. Taking in more than we put out. We're going to leave just the same. Spend a dollar for a one way bus trip to the airport and onward to South America.  Forever anxious in Austin. Go to bed early to pass the time. When there's no guessing involved, I wish I could just relax.

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Safe to say the Austin Public Library has held tightly onto the city's slogan "Keep Austin Weird". The man at the computer next to me is engaging in perpetual laughter while fondling the monitor. Only to bletch does he dare release his digital sweetheart, turning his head as to not taint the relationship with particles of bile and stench. 

Seems as though we'll be posting up in Austin for the next couple months. Vanessa's knee refuses to cooperate with the weight she pulls and the terrain we're riding through. From Little Rock to Marshall, Texas. We met a lot of dogs in Arkansas and Texas. Most of them chased us. Only one incident involved mase. After that we tried to ride along the highway as much as possible. Traffic was sparse. In town w/ populations of 194, we encountered more dogs than cars. Spent Christmas in a tent on the shore of Caddo Lake (the only "natural" lake in Texas) complete with Cypress trees and Spanish Moss. Saw my first live armadillo searching for grubs. Among other sights and sounds, we rode past this headed toward the birthplace of beloved president William Jefferson Clinton (Hope, Arkansas):

Flying to Chile in early March is the tentative plan. Austin is a second chance to see Swans (i missed the detroit show) and we also caught The Holy Mountain at the Alamo Drafthouse last night. Easy to bike and loads of delicious vegetarian//vegan food. The 60-70 degree weather over the past few days doesn't hurt either.