I write about Katriina, I write poetry, I write about the mind-phuck we call "modernism", I write about community (and lack of) ... silence.

Yaa yaa yaa, "too busy" ... I know ... I watch people ... I know people from every generation ... I know university professors and street people and musicians and construction workers ... "too busy" yaa yaa yaa.

A real handy set of excuses, that's what "modernism" is about ... excuses and distractions.

And you're the "cultural creatives" ... spooky, nae?

p.s. met 2 or 3 really sterling individuals at the band's premiere last night ... and the 3 or 4 regulars at the drum-circle are /totally/ sterling ... and there were a couple of really sterling individuals at the late-night camp-fire jam last night ... good folk are out there ... in an ocean of superficial glib bla-blah. Truly: everything we need is at hand, except communications. What happened in New Orleans is paradigmatic of that.