Many Thanks to Andrew, Tom & Jack

Maybe I’ll blog again. It’s been a while, and perhaps I can step back into the area a bit stronger and a bunch wiser. Last I wrote I was a bit angry it seemed. peeved by the indiscretions of this world, and I’m not apologetic by any means. It is incredibly reassuring that my soul can be bothered by such abnormalities that are posing as “life”. Whatever, life, like education, is what you make of it, and I’ve resized up my cranial sponge and learned how to keep my fingers of the faucet.

I learned this from the kids, not yet 100% aware of their insanities. Still reveling in them. Trying to fit in but not giving a flying fuck.

Today, the most beautiful day of the season, by far. perfect weather, empty house, loud loud tunes. I just noticed a bird nest outside my window. It’s partially hidden by some of the wispy foliage but I can get a fair enough view of it. I don’t know the mating or birth cycle of small chirpers but I certainly hope that it is one I will be lucky enough to follow through on.

A stack of books sits beside me. All of them nessicary, though impossible to digest simultaneously. I try. Sharks and monkeys, Buddha and Bazin, Woody Allen and a sailmanship guide. My life rocks, suckers.

Movies are changing for me, as is music, as is literature, as is love, as is fun, friendship, food, fucking, fungus, farts, figure skating, but as always flan remains a horrid way to spend dessert.

Drinking enough water is very, very, important. I’ve learned.

Today, I hurled my absentee ballot into the mix. It says it requires 1 dollar in postage but I only have a handful of first class stamps, and who the hell knows how much those are worth. I put 4 on there just to be safe. It’s not a waste as I don’t really send letters anyway.

Nothing’s perfect, you just gotta take the best of what’s around. (Rest)