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So, lunch was pretty good. Larry and Dineen took us out to Matt's Famous El Rancho, right down here. We've been meaning to check it out for a while, and it turns out that it's pretty darn tasty. I had myself a couple shredded beef brisket tacos, which works out to about fourteen pounds of meat, give or take. Cousin Nick also showed up, and Dineen brought us some DVDs of an interview she did with my dad around christmas time, and had a bunch of old childhood movies and tapes converted for Nick. Nick's sister, cousin Laura, is on her way off to Denmark for a month and a half or so, on some student program or something, and they're all freaking out a little bit. Sounds like a good time, though.

A while after we got home Nick's folks dropped by to see the new house. Aunt Kathy and Unlcle Bernard took a look around, and lo, it was good. We'd just put in a bunch of plants from her nursery, too, so the front of the house is looking pretty decent. The back yard, not so much, but I'm in complete agreement with Uncle B - we should just let all the bamboo grow as much as it can, all over the yard, and just hack little paths through it. The girls disagree. Ah, well. Bernard also checked out my banjo - he builds and repairs pianos and other instruments - and said he would take it into the shop and give it a good once over. Which rules. So, we'll be heading up there to visit them directly, maybe catch the "market days" thing that goes on every couple of weekends or so.

In other news, I've stopped keeping track of everything in my daily log. I know that didn't last very long - a week or two, maybe - but I think I got enough data to know what I'm doing right now. Frankly, it's not very interesting, and I'm not sure how much it helps. I already know that I waste a lot of time doing mostly useless stuff - the trick is to figure out how to properly motivate myself into doing the stuff I should be doing. I'll let y'all know how that works out.

I also started reading some of the old Robert Anton Wilson books I have lying around again. It's so weird. My life is so much different than it was when I first started picking those up, what, ten years ago? It's interesting to see what I've integrated into my day-to-day way of thinking, and what I regard as absurd bullshit now. Plus, my life is a whole lot more stable now than it was then, in almost every way, and I don't feel that pressure from inside busting out like I did back then. Well, a bit, but the shell is a lot thicker now, and the likelihood of any of it breaking out is pretty slim. Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing, I don't know. Still.