AUSTIN, Texas, Mar. 14, 2005 — Must get up, get some exercise and go see movies! As I stand in the back room watching the dog attend to duties I enjoy the cool, sunny day but it will get cooler and cloudier. I do get off for a brief workout. First I call my dad and say there is no water aerobics. He seems disappointed. The teacher is on vacation.

While I'm riding the recumbent bike I glance through yesterday's NY Times Book Review and I glance up a few times at the TV screens. (Stock market opening, Pope leaving the hospital). Then I continue reading my book (finished with Lethem's book I'm reading a book about the making of the OED called The Professor and the Madman.). Driving back to the house I'm listening to KUT. Throughout this I'm thinking how much music, how many movies, how much history is being made while I get hopelessly behind in consuming it.

The radio then streams out a Nancy Scott song and I try for the next fifteen minutes (while I shower, dress, dry my hair, eat yogurt and cereal) to remember another girl singer I had an enthusiam for a decade ago. Emily Kaitz finally comes to mind.

I proofread something for Forrest while listening to the SXSW web music channel. Yeah, so much music I'll never get into. (We won't go to one single SXSW music event, but I sometimes listen to the music channel while SXSW is going on.) So much out there. So little time.

We get off to Alamo South. It's chilly and we should have brought jackets, the wind is kicking up. We wait in the car a bit and then stand in line, just in long-sleeved shirts. Seoul Train is a documentary about people escaping North Korea to China only to be sent back by the Chinese to torture and death. Rough stuff. People with few choices. One of the many situations in the world that make you feel helpless. We wander over to the Salvation Army store after the movie and FFP buys a silk sportcoat for five bucks that fits except the sleeves are too long. He turns up the sleeves and looks dapper and is warmer, We wait in line to see You're Gonna Miss Me, a movie about Roky Erickson. We leave after without waiting to see who all is there (we helped his father get into the door) because FFP says he doesn't feel too hot. I drive him home. He gets in bed a little later. My stomach does a couple of flips, too. Sympathy? Or just the pizza and Guinness I had? We decide to not try to see any movies this evening. FFP sleeps, complains of nausea. I go get some anti-nausea stuff and some Gatorade. I buy myself some candy. I watch a bunch of TV. Crime shows, game shows while flipping through newspapers and magazines that were give-aways in our film fest stuff. FFP gets up a few times, does a bit of vomiting here and there. Not pleasant. I feel OK myself. Finally we sleep.