Iʻm going to Flagstaff, Arizona instead.
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Iʻm going to Flagstaff, Arizona instead. I ended 2009–the year of my emotionally devastating return from Japan, subsequent wandering in the (literal and figurative) wilderness, and final settling in an unexpectedly wonderful job and housing situation–with a Duraflame fire and a box of frozen ranch-flavored chicken fingers. In the company of my girlfriend, Jillian. One year ago: the flea market at Kitano temple, concluding with a brief surprise hailstorm; gorging at the all-you-can-eat pizza and curry lunch buffet at Shakey’s; Wall*E with Japanese subtitles. Because I was in Kyoto, remember. This and that: I worked about 50 hours last week. This is not impressive by the standards of some. It is mighty impressive by standards of mine. Am I the only one who finds it odd that anyone still stops by here from day to day? That Google Analytics-proven fact generates a small buzz of daily guilt in the back of my head. It would be a bigger buzz, I suppose, except that I know that my failure to post new content [...] A couple of just-post-sunset shots from the corner at which I catch my bus home from work. If I had snapped the first a few seconds earlier, it would have shown also the tail of a taxiing jet; this is the edge of Bob Hope Airport. The second photo captures well, I think, the melancholy [...] No, I haven’t written anything in a long while–not here, not anywhere. A lot has happened between my last update and now, and any amount of it was well worth writing about, but I’m afraid that I’ll have to just have to give it all a miss this time, and start fresh. There could hardly be a [...] My current theory is that the information flowing through the tubes that make up the Internet can be boiled off into vapor, never to reach its destination, if the weather is hot enough. Apologies for the long silence. You know how it is: you take the train down to L.A. for the weekend, and the next thing you know, you’re at this party in West Hollywood at a mansion formerly owned by Slash (formerly of Guns ‘n’ Roses) where your friends in the up-and-coming band Super Duper are [...] I’m just having a bit of fun here. Squarespace is a fairly brilliant web hosting platform, but blogging to it isn’t the easiest conceivable procedure. Not as easy as posting stuff to Tumblr is, say–which is what I was playing with yesterday. Today I’ve moved on to Posterous. Advantage: really, really, really easy to blog anything [...] |
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