as we were walking out the big glass doors onto broadway and morrison, we saw lance performing on the corner, in all his glory: suitcase displaying books for sale, BUY ART TODAY, with a jar for money, and a sign. he was in the midst of a poetic tirade, in his tattered suit coat, hair tousled in that �i never shower but i have great hair� way, gathering a mid-sized crowd which was hanging on his every word.

as i saw him, i squinted my eyes, pointed at him and said, �you!� as he turned and pointed at me, without stopping his recitation. i took two strides forward, raising my white nordstrom�s bag above my head, and on the third stride, i swung the bag at his head, as he ducked and raised his hands to shield himself from the shopping bag which missed his face by inches. without breaking his pace.

our actions were choreographed with spontaneous precision, and there i was, fierce and classy, dressed up in my red skirt, black stockings, and jacket, and armed with my shopping bag, while he ranted about �the man� and street art and all his other twists of phrase, and the emblem of consumerism came crashing down on him. his writing and performing are really good, actually. donna and i stood and watched as more people stopped, some gave him money or cigarettes. when he was done, we gave him a hug and i reminded him that his stuff is still in my kitchen. he pointed out the girl he's staying with, and told us of his copying adventures.

moses lance robotsun. �homeless and unemployed - coming to a city near you while he's still young.�

before that, we had solved one of the Mysteries of Portland: where the music in downtown comes from. there�s this music that can be heard in the streets of downtown, anywhere within an area about 15 blocks square. it sounds like a giant music box�chimes, bells, twinkling and taunting from the sky. not like church bells. it has a tune, many tunes, and it sounds vaguely enchanting or haunting or ominously beautiful. i�ve been hearing it since i moved here in 1999, and so has everyone else i�ve asked.

almost every time i walk through downtown i notice it, and many days i have gone searching for it, wandering up streets to where it sounds louder, then the wind changes or i cross the street and it�s coming from a completely different direction. echoing off the tall buildings�the origin is obscured. well today we found the source. but i can�t tell. i have yet to discover why or who or how, but i know where.

i am so tired.. i slept less than 3 hours last night. my boy is supposedly getting back today and i�m happy. i was right about a lot changing in 5 days: sam left for california. but he should be back by friday. i think it�s so cute that our boyfriends love each other almost as much as donna and i love each other. awwwww. they even switch vehicles and bum cigarettes from each other.

i spent some of my extra time recently repairing my friendship with c.... i decided even though he said a lot of fucked up things to me in the past few weeks, it�s not his fault, and i�d rather preserve our friendship than argue with him, especially now. so i drowned him in kindness and ignored all his negative shit and eventually he seemed happier and stopped being mean to me. i don�t get close to people very often so it seems valuable to keep those people around... and he could use a friend right now. donna thinks he�s going to die.