Soul Bungee

ed tells about a book, he thinks it's Iduru by William Gibson, in which jet-lag is explained by the fact that your soul is attached to you by a string. when you travel by jet you move too fast and your soul has to catch up. that's jet-lag.

in my case, my soul caught up but was moving so fast it passed me and now it's bungeeing back towards me. i should have it slam into me (perhaps with soiled shorts) any day now.

we got back to SF on thursday and i've mostly been lying low. my folks have a grand apartment on russian hill and it has all these exciting accoutrements like sheets, water, and a refrigerator. we did make it out to corg's house-cooling party for some ring toss and then to stern grove on sunday to chat through aimee mann and seu jorge's sets. the music was fine but actually being in the company of people i know is much more exciting.

i've given directions to strangers twice since i got home. that feels nothing short of bizarre.

i've also been slowly moving all the photos from my old-skool homemade web pages into the new photo app my moms got me. that means i've had to look at them all, copy over the captions, and remember.

there's some really funny stuff in there. games of punk rock kickball. pie fights in the park. costume parties. an engagement.

so yeah. we're back and waiting for our souls to catch up. hope to see you soon.