lyris

A few nights ago I went to see El Olio Wolof because a friend of mine plays keyboard and flute in the band. I probably would have enjoyed it regardless because she's cool, and likely I would have even bought a shirt. But, really, they were ridiculously good. I bought their cd, but was sad to learn that because Jami's only been playing with them for a few months, she's not on it. Their sophomore album should be coming out this summer (or as early as April) and I'm really excited for it. I'll be buying like six and sending them to everyone. You know, because when it's a start-up or whatever, you want to support them.

I also went to Tango in sac a few nights ago. It was the first time in literally months that I'd gone, and the first time ever in sac. I brought most of my house with me. The boy again refused to go, but he had a legit reason, I guess. And now he's gone up to Corvallis and I don't know when he'll be back because he doesn't know when he'll be back.

Here's a thing I've been thinking about: death. My grandmother recently died, my uncle's dad died, and now, someone not so close to me is dying and all of these people (whether because they specifically asked for it, or because their spouse was hanging on) chose a painful, mostly braindead end of life over a more immediate death, and I do not understand why. I would never choose that option. Perhaps I have seen too many people die slowly. I told the boy not to put me in charge of his life ever.