1. Since I’ve been here, I’ve been humming weird music — like, just now I caught myself humming “Mockingbird,” or whatever it’s called, “Hush little baby, don’t say a word, papa’s gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird don’t sing..” Earlier today I was humming “Clementine” (“In a cavern, in a canyon, excavating for a mine, dwelt a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine. Oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’, oh my darlin’ Clementine, thou art lost and gone forever, oh my darlin’ Clementine…”) And the other day, walking back from the one club I’ve been to here, I could swear I started humming “America the Beautiful.” I don’t even know the words!

2. I have been trying to write a lot. I am sort of succeeding. I mean write fiction and stories and sketches, and it’s good to do. On the other hand, I’m certainly succeeding in writing about my trip on here. I’m sort of sad that I’m not writing so much in my journal, but it’s a lot easier to write on here, and a lot faster, and easier to go back and edit… still, I’ll definitely have my journal ten years from now. But where will this be?