Career

I like nerdy bands for some reason, and in the case of JLC – who doesn't love an outfit that has a cellist, a harpischordist and a mellow guitarist?

So he looked at me, starched collar and striped shirt, this new breed of yes-men, pilferers of pyramids and the ones who said the Taj Mahal couldn't be built (and then promptly got their hands cut off after they finished the dammed thing); I looked past, eyes

Imagine if Hagar the Horrible (ok, fine – reality then) Leif Ericsson invaded a coastal town in the tenth century, and instead of razing it to the ground, he said, "Woops – sorry there wench, our muddy boots have stained your dirt floor – let us clean it up for you."

A question has tugged at me recently.  Probably cause I've been inside my head too much -- jobless in NY is not as fun as it sounds. Sure, there are lots of things to do during the day - movies, galleries, bookshops, random sidewalk art, but who wants to be

Gustave at the age of 28 goes through exactly what I'm going through... it's comforting in a sort of masochistic way, but then again .. anyone else sick of doing what you're supposed to be doing?

I suppose I'm looking for something. Something to replace the weight of the travels.  I suppose I just want some good conversations.