Dueling Hand Dryers & Life Is Not All Wonderful

First post of the year goes to today! What is today, February? Almost March. As usual, my level of activity has been in ebb and flow. Right now, it's flowing.

Why? Well, life and relationship with Verano is beginning to level. The first months are always so exciting! They'll stay that way, of this I am sure, but we're beginning to make time for ourselves, too. Right now we're on a double date at the Stubb & Flask's coffee shop on 34th (if you've read a bit this isn't too much a stretch; alternatively, Stubb & Flask's would be a great name for a bar) because Mad has paid Internet out of the apartment. If you will. I've said it, that I like having to make time to use the Internet, because then I don't do too many silly things. Verano is researching for a project, a music video, that she wants to do with...Mix, we'll call her? I don't know if she's come up before. What difference does it make?

Much has happened and much hassn't happened. Yes, I typoed on purpose. I finished my first play and I haven't really looked at it since, mostly because I made the mistake of producing three copies and giving two of them to two different people. I'll get back to it. Verano looks good in her favorite pair of jeans. I started work on another play and I don't want to give too much away, in case they're listening. But, it should be good, when it's done.

I've also started a band.

So I'm beginning different projects, so is she. It's encouraging to finally be at work with somebody who is artistic, even if we're not collaborating yet. That will come in time. And, she's a doer. She likes to do things. This isn't your high-school comrade clique, this isn't your college circle. This is the world outside of it all, and she's the first person that I've met in it, and I've fallen in love with her. She looks very good in brown.

Dueling dryers, here and there, I wait to get inside the door but I can wait the longer. Dueling hand dryers, ha. I was waiting to use the bathroom and they both went off in each the men's and women's, and I was caught in the middle. Not a metaphor, although somehow I'm sure it could be.

So I just thought I'd drop a line here to benchmark Feb. 22nd. I'm still at the Chain with a job interview in two days, a place down on 13th. I haven't caught up with Karfilov in nearly two months, but I sent him an email today all the same. I'm trying to get into the world without losing myself in myself anymore, if that makes sense. It's good to be out in public. It's good to be out in a place where no one is paying attention to any one, and we're all still a part of each others' lives, if just for tonight's performance. I'm going to read this post later and wonder what exactly was going on in the part of the author, but between the coffee I had at the Green Line Cafe earlier, and the cup of coffee I've just finished (Stubb & Flask's always overroasts its beans, another subtle clue) I'm wired. Not jittery, but I can't seem to concentrate, and at the same time I can't not concentrate because to look away would be to miss an important opportunity. In a few weeks it will be warm again, we got a little preview last week, and then, as Verano assures me, we'll see if it really is the Year of the Rabbit. The White Rabbit? People use the Rabbithole almost to a cliche, but once you're down it every thing is a dream until you wake up. I prefer to climb through the Looking Glass, where everything appears as it used to be, but isn't really at all.

Life is Not All Wonderful. Eventually you've let go of structure and have to carve your own way. I wonder if, for all our education, we'll lose that important part of the journey? Or maybe I'm just overthinking it all, again. It's impossible to be ten years older when you're not.