woke up too late this morning thanks to internet life. dom thought i might like to go exercise at 5:30, but i didn't quite make it. and, in fact, i didn't get out this afternoon either. more internet life ... and book life ... and staring into space life.

so in this dream there were no forests or rivers but horses rushing through the city, through the polished lobby and crowd of a large department store. they stampede right at me, swerving at the last possible moment - golden palominos and darker ones - careful as thunder. later in the dream one horse explains it all, but i don't remember what he said. why do i (big mr. word-guy) never remember what is said in a dream?

last night before i logged on i watched a documentary entitled "home page" on ifc - or most of it. (the independent film channel is good. they've got stuff you won't find anywhere else. it's 503 on our cable. check yr local listings, as they say.) so, "home page" mostly follows this guy named justin hall as he ventures out into the world of internet jobs and meets people and says things and wears his hair funny. it's a film about how the net is changing itself and changing life ... or not. it's about people with home pages. this justin has been famous for putting everything online, i guess. everything. i bet his friends are very careful around him. these people in the film say that you can put yourself, your thoughts or whatever out here online and millions of people will see it. true in theory only. it all depends on who you know - on how yr connected. my three regular readers have been keeping me all to themselves - which i don't really mind, since my livelihood does not depend on this site and i have no current plan to take over the world.

someone likes my poems but is happy to see me doing more of a journal thing again. beware.

this morning and this afternoon - in between online sessions (mostly reading e-mail i don't really need to read, but i found some neat links) - i've been doing invisible man by ralph ellison - still. i've got maybe a hundred pages to go. what will we do with this book in school?

it's possible that i spend too much time thinking about school-related things. which reminds me that i should remember to sign up for the ncte convention. milwaukee in november. save some money. will i go?

the weather is unseasonable. a nice fall day in july.

i get more cautious. just one face in a crowd. frightened. listen.

horses.