I have no beers

My apologies to my adoring readers for not posting again last night. When Lucier finished downloading I logged off to save some energy. It was not quite as spectacular as I imagined, but the slowness of the development made it really interesting. I remember hearing some Steve Reich and thinking of it the same way - at first I thought it was silly, but became entranced by it. I passed out without doing any recording, but did a lot of thinking instead.
I realised that today was supposed to be St. Patrick's day, and I have no beers. I thought about Sylvia, and how it's been over a month since the funeral. I came down here as much because of her as anything else, but I haven't really faced it yet. There was no preparation time. She had Hantavirus and no one knew it until it was too late. It's such a ridiculous disease. I'm guessing she got it at the Ramtail factory a few towns over in Rhode Island. She went to get some pictures and probably went into some abandoned building that was contaminated.... that was sort of her thing.
I also realise that this is the first time I've mentioned that Sylvia is dead on this blog. I guess the people that know me already know, and those that don't probably don't care. It's a little dramatic to feel like proclaiming to the world that some one they didn't know died... I just wish that more people got to know her. She was even more shy than me, and most of her friends were mainly mine... I got some of her digital photography and I'm thinking about trying to put together a sort of memorial page to her. She was never all that into online stuff - she was more a book person, but I doubt I could have the discipline to write a book for her. I can barely finish a blog without getting distracted. She would go off into the woods and read for hours at a time or take pictures...
Anyway, I think I may have finished a song this morning, or I'm at least pretty close. I dont' know how the hell I'm gonna upload it, but I'll figure something out. Also, today I started reading one of Sylvia's books, a short story compilation from Jorge Luis Borges. The guy is crazy, but really fascinating. I only got through the introduction so far, but I'm kind of stoked for it. Also, word to Anton. I'm glad things are looking up for you. Come down on the Morale! Bring some Nag Champa or something if you do, though... I think it's starting to smell kinda weird.