And here I dreamt I was on Stage

Welcome to the new life, and what a carnival cracked ride it is, clamming up with consonance at the merest sign of stuffiness, we build ourselves up to be worth the time self-destructing.

The calls progress everyday, marching like cellphone drum beats to an unseen chorus, an apartment, life, disappeared into hollow ground, that slow sucking chest-wound, hemorrhaging money on beer and unpaid bills, spills and coasters not-withstanding.

You want to know your options and you coo over them like asian babies in photos for adoption, protection money gleaming it's wicked way through pants pockets to make a batsignal towards . . . what?

I know this all may seem trite to you, like the elaborate paintings of Dali, to be interpreted with a snap of the wrist or without eyeglasses.

Philip Roth in his stained boxers with wine libels demands it. He and I stand here demanding judgement, because we just can't wait much longer. Give us our weight, our measurement, and nothing so meaningless as two pounds of flesh, I'm not jewish anyway.

I'm not judging you, I'm judging me.

DAMMIT!

The World as We Know It

Thanksgiving Eve, the day before, and I have a dozen chores to do. I started writing a couple of posts last night, but that got superseded by a certain love of my life calling from the chilly midwest.

My world as I know it? The apartment situation is breaking down and the only solution is to throw money at it, which I am doing with abandon. At some point, things will be even and I can settle back into normal, at least until January, when I fly out to the QC to begin a brand new chapter on my life, and one that I am intensely looking forward to. As of last thursday, it's been 3 months since I first kissed Trisha, and a week before that, we had been dating for two months, and I have never been so happy, so assured of anything in my life. It's strange and exciting, wondrous and scary all at once, and all I can hope for is that I can be the person who deserves this amazing person, that I can hold up my end of this, the best relationship I've ever been in. I have a sexy, brilliant girlfriend, who is immensely generous and giving, thoughtful, considerate, and one of the cleverest people I know. I am endlessly fascinated by her.

I am rambling, I know, but right now, I have it better than I ever have, and all I can do is try to be as humbly grateful as I can, which isn't very easy for me.

It was a long, tawdry winter that I stumbled out of when this girl found me, and I cannot give thanks enough.

We move in together in January. And I couldn't be happier.

Trisha, I love you. I love you.

Saw Eric and Lach last night, always a good scene.

I miss my ladylove.

How I feel today

So I have this thing I am supposed to be doing for work, but I am getting easily distracted.



I am tired and cranky. I woke up with a headache, looking for someone who wasn't there. Just a couple more months before she's here, and in my arms, and I know I'm getting soft-hearted, but fuck off.



How many more videos of children getting kicked in the face do I have to post here?

the Further Travails of No One in Particular

"Whitey's Ice Cream has been called the "Best in the Midwest" by readers of the Midwest Living Magazine"

Most annoying thing ever.