I'll be the wind beneath your wings

I'm suppose to go to the Flaming Lips/Sonic Youth concert tonight at the State Fair. It's raining. It's been raining all day. There are tornado warningsuntil midnight and I wonder how important it is for me to see Wayne bounce around the crowd in a large bubble...

Maybe I'm getting old.

Maybe I just want some cheese curds and some fried food on a stick.

Here are some other fun facts about my day:

On my way to work:
I called my internship and quit. It's an art gallery that hires homeless women to come and make art, and then we help them find housing and get their lives back together. I've been on the board of directors since last November, but I just decided I couldn't do it anymore.

At work:
I read that Minneapolis/St.Paul was voted #2 in the nation (under Milwaukee)for most drunk place to live. I wonder how much of my moving back to the Twin Cities is responsible for this new title.

I heard that Pluto is officially no longer a planet. It's now considered a dwarf planet (which I thought was an archaic word) and I wonder if "little people" are celebrating this, or fighting the name. Number two, I think about all of the silly grade school 8-planet projects that will now be obsolete. I am also vexed by this idea that we are constantly discovering, and science is attempting to explain and categorize everything, the poet/dreamer/writer in me wonders what's going to happen to the mystery. What's next, neurochips and the truth about Roswell?

I spent the rest of my afternoon revising my resume and looking for new job.