New York

I walked passed a deserted place and came upon a vacant lot. Through the rusty fence the weeds grew high, beautiful, like trembling dreams falling upwards into the mournful indigo sky.

It was such an exhilarating afternoon, one that made me want to belt out a throaty hoot as the promise of autumn hit me in the jaw. The trees bent to the sidewalks as their creased leaves tugged and pulled the graying branches towards the ground in their annual journey to dirt and roots.

I like: Dogs. The way they waddle and rock back and forth/lefright rightleft when they pad through the crunchy autumn leaves. Or when they rush towards a flock of feeding pigeons, tongue lolling and laughing as the plump gray birds scatter in fright. Or when they are grinning and

Stellargirl is leaving.  I'll no longer have stylesheets to my humdrum days.  No mappings to the drop down choices of my weekends.  No more blinking dialogue boxes between Reshiff and Fluff.  She's gone on to new templates and new code; I'm left with these

Had some drinks with Stellargirl Sunday afternoon in the East Village.  Such a transient city!  Although I'm sad that she'll be leaving NY soon for the confines of all that is great and good (Philadelphia), I'm also ecstatic that she's burrowing her

At some point, there is a limit to my dealing with sad unhappy bitter people who take their misery out on other people by making their jobs absolute hell.