My white shoes are getting pretty dirty. That's what happens, I suppose, when one walks around, especially in dirty cities, with white footwear. These babies have been all over the world with me. They were one of two pairs of shoes on my trip to Europe and although I have four pairs on this trip (including the ones I bought in Edmonton), they are still being worn. Last night, for example, they rubbed against the driveway as I sat cross-legged outside most of the night. In November. God Bless Texas.

Two years ago I tried to explain some of my auditory sensitivities and the problems hearing with meaning and distinguishing what is important and what to ignore that comes with them.