Wow, I've really let this blog go. It's gotten old and withered in my absense. In case you were wondering, nothing has happened here. I saw the Pixies, but this can't be said to have happened in Santa Fe qua Santa Fe. (In fact, I saw the Pixies in Denver, which is definitely not Santa Fe.) But I don't think anyone reads this blog for news. So here is some ranting:

There are some excessively ugly people here. I'm looking right now at a guy with long, mildly balding, unwashed brown hair, wearing a red-and-black checked fake flannel jacket. He's got a face like a portrait of the word "hypocrite." He is often smiling a drooping leer of a smile, a self-satisfied ass-wiper's smile, a giggle-suppressing "look at me, everybody, I'm ugly and I think it's cool" smile. His face is flabby in odd places and has wrinkles reminescent of a heroin-addict's arms. Maybe he shoots up in his face. Ultimately, he reminds me of a petulant five-year-old who farts a lot and smiles at everybody in the room. I think this guy's over forty, but can't tell. A few days ago he came into the study room where I was reading, splayed himself out on a couch in his socks, and coughed every thirty seconds. They were little dry flu coughs, which made me want to go get some tea and immerse my head in warm water for several minutes just to get rid of the forehead tingling and chest clenching these coughs were eliciting. If you've ever had anything scrape off some of your skin, not realized it, then looked down and seen what just happened, that's the sort of feeling these coughs elicited. And his cheeks have disturbing pools of saliva, which make his voice sound wet and moldy. The guy just looks like a diseased rat, is all I'm saying.

Also, how might I listen to music more frequently? I've found lately (like, for the last year) that I feel like I "don't have time," which is ridiculous; I have lots of time. Please advise.