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Wednesday, Mar. 13, 2002 @ 10:11 pm

I've never met a Zen Master that lives where Winter blows.

I'm going to Texas tomorrow morning and the only thing that's allowing me to not run from tomorrow's airplane ride is the forecast for Austin over this extended weekend:

Tomorrow: Highs in the mid 80s.

Friday: Highs in the upper 70s and lows in the low 50s.

Saturday: Highs in the mid 70s and lows in the upper 50s.

Sunday: Highs in the mid 70s and lows in the low 50s.

I'll be down in Texas with a bunch of Zen Cowboys. Fact is, warm weather is good for the mind. In cold rain and/or snow for five, six, seven months will clog up some routes to rational computing. It's been highs in the low 50s and lows in the high 30s for too damn long in Seattle, and I'm tired of the rain.

People that live in Seattle try to tell you (and themselves) that it really doesn't rain that much. But it's been raining longer than most current television shows on MTV (devil) have been airing.

I love Texas. I've been a few times for random reasons, and always feel good about how big the state is... About how fat cowboys get... How good the hamburgers are at this one pub... How late people stay out at night... How a rotten cactus looks way better in person than in black and white photos in magazines.

I'll attempt to get some Warm Southern Pictures this weekend and post 'em for those of you still pissed off that the groundhog doesn't mean shit and it's ALWAYS gonna be a late Spring.

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