back.

the overbearing gravity of the death of one who is close to us completely outweighs our ability to express anything of comparable significance, comfort, or meaning, and reminds us of the tragic shortfalls of relationships expressed in the terms of objective language.

got word on sunday that a friend of mine - and a very close friend of the no more deaths program - died this weekend. i haven't really talked to anyone about it yet, aside from corinne, laura, and steve, because i don't know what to say about it. just like when brant and jason died, talking about a death and then continuing to talk about other things leaves me numb and feeling generaly dissonant with my surroundings. i'll probably have a few drinks tonight and ramble about it in one forum of conversation or another.

on a completely different note: i want to start a band with all my friends.

also, i'm going to continue updating this, i think. not every day, though. i've started a journal for that. it makes me sad that i didn't do more to write over my year in chicago. i wrote a grand total of one-and-a-half songs in the entire year, didn't write any prose, or do any journalist-y type stuff either. yay depression! meanwhile, in the few months i've been back in phoenix, i've written eight new songs, published an article, and started three short stories. i'm starting to get an itch to take photographs again, too. yay ranch market!