Trying Tom

I don't take many pictures, because I'm inside most of the time, and when I go somewhere I don't bring my camera. It'll get wet. My room mate has her phone in a zip-lock bag in her purse. I have a pretty satisfying feeling after washing all my clothes, and cleaning the house, and visiting Runar for pizza and high-end cognac. I even treated myself to a CD — "Blood Money" by Tom Waits. I didn't know much about Tom, I just bought the CD feeling I needed a new sound. He's weird. He has a voice "like it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months and then taken outside and run over with a car." Playing it for the first time I thought — what have I bought, but already the second time I appreciated it a little bit more. Hmm... Interesting.



My room: Tom Waits, fruit, clean sheets, and a woven Quechua thingy on the wall (that I bought in 1997, but that hasn't been put to "use" before now).