tell all you know

I swear, if you just read my blogs you would have to assume but I eat, sleep, and think non-stop about those other people. You know, the people with unattractive appendages hanging off their bodies—otherwise known as men (or let’s be honest, most of them are really just grown boys). It really consumes a large chunk of my writing, but that’s about it. I think about it very little in my real life. Well yes and no.

So get ready for this. I may actually have a crush on someone is not a) an alcoholic b) a drug addict c) a musician/actor/other unemployable artist or d) just plain wrong. Now, I’m not for sure that he isn’t attached, I need to do some digging around—but I didn’t want to seem obvious and so I didn’t ask. He’s quiet and sweet and he seems to be really bright. Crazy, I know riiight?! He’ll probably end up being married or some shit. Bleh. I must do some homework.

And I’m back on the proverbial Guthrie horse again. I have to admit that it felt very familiar to be there and in a way I missed it, yet I was unenthusiastic about being there today. So anyways, after my brief hiatus from touring I was tossed back into the mix with two tours today: little Girl Scouts and a regular public tour. There is something to be said for the awe and sense of wonder that children have. At what point when we are growing up do we start acting as if we are interesting in nothing and nobody… why do we do it? What is the point of pretending to be so disinterested? And after a while, you forget that you’re just pretending and then where are you?

And that’s all she wrote tonight mystery lovers.

The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop. --Mark Twain