I've had somebody reading my diary for months now, somebody from Indiana. It sort of creeps me out. I was born in Indiana ... in Greensburg to be exact ... it's where my biological father was from. I never met the man. I spoke to him once, on August 20, 1980. I was six years old & full of spite for him. I remember being grateful that I didn't grow up in Indiana & develop the accent that he had. He told me that someday I would turn on the radio & hear one of his country music songs playing. I told him that, "my DAD & I listen to Rock & Roll ... WE don't like country."

I don't know if that man is alive or dead. His name was Michael Allen Powers. I have pictures. I have his curly, red hair (which I straighten & dye dark brown) ... I have his green eyes & I have his pale skin & freckles & genetic disposition towards being a fatty. I have beautiful handwriting *which my mother says he had also* & am musically inclined *he was as well, I found an old 45 at a garage sale once, only to find out that one of the men on the cover of its sleeve was my "dad" ... strange.

It's disconcerting that someone in Indiana visits my page every day, yet never comments. The two things are almost certainly not connected, but it still gives me an odd feeling.

Rambling aside, tomorrow is my last day on in a nine day work streak & then Friday ... I see The Shins (again) in Berkeley with Suki, Davey & Mon. Then, on Saturday I see The Cure (again) & AFI, Kings of Leon, BRMC, Metric, etc in Mountainview with Rue (who is 5 months pregnant with a little girl) as an early birthday present (I turn 34 on the 17th, yikes).

Will be a great weekend.

Most things are fine. I am enjoying my job still ... am thoroughly ensconced in Heroes & Lost. Been baking a lot of vegan deliciousness & enjoying the change of seasons. Welcoming the slightly cooler weather with widely open arms.

Stopped at the pub for a couple of Guinness tonight & realized how much my life has changed over the past year. I do miss my social life, but am slowly settling into the routine of what I've got going on. No saying how long that will last, but I've attained a certain level of contentedness that I've not felt in a long while.

Things seem easy & they flow together without too much clashing. My moods have calmed a bit. I am not so brooding, not missing the same things to the extent that I used to.

Saw Bright Eyes on the 24 in Chico & was greatly relieved that he made the set up with plenty of older stuff. Port O'Brien opened & were amazing. Nik Freitas opened as well & I felt blessed to be experiencing so much talent in such a small town as ours is. The crowd was genuinely rude at times, but I think Conor made comments enough to put them in their place as the night progressed.

Saw Modest Mouse, M. Ward, Two Gallants, Built to Spill, Devil Makes Three, Au Revoir Simone, Spoon & more at the Treasure Island fest not long ago as well. Everyone impressed me. Was most surprised by Two Gallants, they've become a quick obsessive favorite for me. M. Ward melted all of my hardened bits, right down to puddles which sighed along with his glorious crooning. He played Big Boat & Chinese Translation & my toes curled. Devil Makes Three just pleased me down to my guts. So much fun to watch them perform! May have to see them in November when they come around again.

:blowing my speakers: Port O'Brien ~ Five & Dime
:feeding my head:Miyuki Miyabe ~ Brave Story
:rotting my brain: Guitar Hero II (I rock Wolfmother's Woman like no other m/ rock)!

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