unnecessary cell phones in cuyama

i'm back home again, welcomed by a florishing garden, hot weather, and the discomfort of slowing down. i wonder what kind of things happen to my psyche from the constant transition between consumer Santa Barbara and self-reflective Cuyama. but it's just life, so i won't waste much more time analyzing the situation. :)

my cell phone is dead after many months of semi-reliable service. so if you find that i don't respond to any messages you may leave, use this as an explanation.

well (that's a deep subject), off to remember my own rhythm.