My mother always danced in the kitchen while she cooked. The transistor stayed on in that room all day everyday. She stirred with the spoon as well as her hips. Now my ears are full of 64 beat contra-time. Moving through the kitchen is a sway and a bow and a spin around to reach.

Date 4 (I have no intention of logging them all) we accidentally happened into a live auction. It was strangely moving. Auctioneers are badass; the whole thing is calculated for maximum drama. There is a--day trading cowboy funeral song of the renewed future money--treasure vibe about the whole deal. Everyone is feigning casual indifference as the auctioneer winds up the tension and the price. I loved it.