Just back from Ashfield Fall Festival, no German Science Reader, no affectionate, shy chickens (imagine they're happier at home anyway), no trembling beloved by my side- still pretty lovely. Picked up a two volume copy of Carlyle's French Revolution as well as a couple volumes of essays by more obscure essayists, each of which contains an essay on ghosts. Took a lot of pictures, was taking pictures of informational posters about bees when the woman whose posters they were asked me not to, as they are copyrighted. Not sure what's with people, but at least she asked nicely. Anyway, took a picture of a diagram indicating the relative importance of the bee to total agricultural production (long story short, less important than cows & pigs, more important than chickens). Going to respect her wishes as far as actual publication is concerned, copies available privately by request. Talked to her husband about problems they've been having printing their posters (buffer overruns in plotter, pretty weird, they're laying the things out in a GIS), gave some sound advice, hard to tell if it was understood.

Went to Shelburne Falls after, took still more pictures, so many I killed my camera's battery. Thinking about being these same places with Em same time last year, falling down with exhaustion, damn nervous, but happy. Moving around in my head, but in the real world too, things are the same, things are different. Everywhere strange doubling & redoubling.

Driving back from Greenfield, 'Let It Rain' playing on the radio, 'September Gurls' playing in my head, really a lovely song, do you know it?

"September gurls do so much
I was your butch and you were touched
I loved you, well, never mind
I've been crying all the time"

A little 'No Time Left For You' worked its way into my head late in the real world song. For extra credit, determine which of these songs appears on the spleen of the emotional associative homunculus.

Need to walk the dog, eat something, go play show, do some routine server maintenance. Falling down with exhaustion, damn nervous, but happy.