"Do I contradict myself? Very well then, I contradict myself. I am large. I contain multitudes" -Walt Whitman

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Writhing under your riding hood

Okay, so, you know how when you want to tell someone a story but it is vastly long and seriously, too involved and so you give a shortened, remixed version, that includes omission of some, not quite pertinent details, really just a smattering of vivid colors and grandiose details that may eventually, superficially, make the supposed story more interesting, but alas by leaving them out it saves time and you the feeling of tediously boring your listener to death?

Such is the state of this post. Also, the very reason why I have not posted for such a long time.

For the sake of brevity here is what has occurred:

Work. cool. some money. need more money. meeting people. music listening. even more cool. awesome pig cooking chef haute event. passenger in car accident. all okay. ribs bruised etc etc. car shopping. car bought. 2003 Saturn Vue. Black, leather interior. More work. more meeting people. More music listening. Beer drinking. Georgetown. Ballard. Freemont. Family BarbQ's. SIFF: Ambiente (Spanish shorts) Skeletons (surreal British humor Ghostbusters?). More work, 50,00 margarita making. Reading: Anna Karenina, Yoga and the Path of Healing, The New Yorker. Movie watching: La Vie En Rose, An Education

Coming back to North Carolina for Jake's Graduation Next weekend. More writing to follow. However, no promises on when the next installment will happen, however. :)

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