I am clearly not a living entity, as I go long periods without proof of my existence.

I am here! I am going to class and writing papers and traveling to Austin for concerts and playing the guitar and devouring books and limping about in the walking boot I have to wear for the torn ligaments in my ankle and blowing my nose every thirty seconds and hoping for autumn and dyeing my hair and speaking in run-on sentences that are too incoherent to attempt to comprehend.

I’m not knitting; could you possibly have guessed? It’s never a concious choice. My knitting is alive. It’s an estranged child with whom I have occasional reconciliations. The moments are filled with love and joy and frequent pictures. Too bad I am incapable of maintaining a healthy knitter-knitting relationship.

See, I told you I dyed my hair. I cut off about eight or nine inches of it, too. Adventure!

Look closely and view my beautiful walking boot. I go back to the doctor on Friday and I really, truly, completely, utterly, sincerely hope that I don’t need surgery. This picture also provides visual proof that it does not rain in Texas and photosynthesis entirely failed this year.

And here we have one of the many bands I saw at the Austin City Limits festival last weekend. They’re from Helsinki, and I liked the singer’s dress. Sort of. Maybe it was ugly; I don’t really have taste. I just know it was bright, and I like bright things.