I have been feeling blank lately. I have nothing to say these days. Berkeley was good, I believe, but I feel blank about that too. I wish I had more to say for myself while there. The drive was long, but I like long drives. I didn't sleep last night, but that's ok. Roadtrips make me nostalgic for other roadtrips. I wrote a poem this morning about Pete Seeger and me and Sarah Rothberg. It was an assignment. I have good things to read.