I glanced over the past three years of Valentine's Days nested in the archives today. Two out of three were spent in Australia, none of them involved a date. I think that's lame. And yes, yes, yes: Valentine's Day is a capitalistic blah that only makes humans spend blah blah blah... I get it. To me, boycotting a day for lovers is biting off your nose to spite to your face. While I recognize every day should be lovers day, heart shaped lollies...
Namaste blog tribe. A special shout out to our Australian family about to welcome 2013, and holla at your Kiwis. A wonderful 2013 to this world and the others floating around in space, etc. Living in west midtown is another world to living on the east side. I used to wake up to the sight of the United Nations and glowing east river. Now I'm amongst flashing lights of Times Square, Broadway spotlights and neon zaps of Hell's Kitchen. Earlier this...
This morning I started to get down on myself about the blog gaps of the past months-ish. But then a huge smile crossed my lips. In between being sad about Henry and other things, I've really been banging book. Then I started feeling all nostalgic looking at just how dope my set-up is and what I seriously accomplished since shooting off to get here. It took about three years... I blogged nearly every day of that... and I'm plopped dead center...
I have had a very quiet few past days. There has been forest and reading and writing and Peanut. I've thought a bit about our land of blog. When we kicked off, I was setting out to change my entire life. And damn, I sure did. The world has changed indescribably. Hopefully my book catches themes around that, metamorphosis etc. How any moment literally can permanently alter your existence, depending how you play it. I think I'm going to relax...
I wake up at 5am, naturally, every day. I blame Australia. When I lived in Queensland, the sun would rise around 4.30. I've always been an early riser... but anything before 5am is pretty unacceptable when it comes to crawling out of bed. Crawling into bed at 4.30am, on the other hand, is totally acceptable. I love waking up to activity. I love being in a 24-hour world. During my brief Queens stint, the only people I passed during my strolls in...