There is something to be said for drunken encounters, and while getting philosophical-drunk last night, I’m pretty sure I proclaimed that beer was the great unifier. While walking down one of the little streets in Philadelphia, it’s inevitable that you’ll be waylaid by other drunk people standing outside smoking. This is precisely what happened last night.

One of these people was Bill. Bill and I got to talking:

“I like your… I like your…” he gestured towards my chest.
“You like my scarf?”

He nodded sadly.

“A cruder man would say he liked my rack, but you, sir, are a gentleman. I like my scarf too.” keep reading »

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The weather is intense today. Yesterday, I was a human tuning fork, and my organs were vibrating. The only way to keep everything under control was to walk in and out of the train station for an hour, alternating between heat and cold.

That’s all.

There are a lot of things to be thankful for, and this year, I’m making a list.

1. Love. This year, more than any other before it, is full of love. Platonic, brotherly love, familial love, romantic love, it’s the trifecta.

2. Faith. I’m not faithful, in the sense that I conventionally subscribe to any one religion, however, there’s an acceptance and respect for the quiet faith; faith in humanity, faith in the world, faith in the universe. I’m tremendously grateful for being permitted to be myself, quirky, unconventional, and altogether human.

3. Hope. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple, and after a long, dark decade, we’re finally seeing some light at the end of the tunnel. After war, terror, death and the absolute ugliest side of humanity, we’re able to brush ourselves off and still hold out for the better part of humanity. We can accept that part of being human is being terrible, but there’s another side to humanity, one worth fighting for and hoping for.

4. Thrust. You thought this was a serious entry, didn’t you? You really did. It is serious, but come on now.

Minutes after my last blog entry, I get the following dramatic text message on my phone:
mom: i am with manfriend on the cable. i won’t buy on Amazon any more. they are the online equivalent of Wallmart. they are pirates.
me: STOP STALKING MY BLOG. it’s strange and alarming.
mom: oh for god sakes
me: Are you really annoyed?
mom: no. i am not annoyed. by the way, your sister called while we were at the gym. she and her friend have a place of their own.
me: That’s great
mom: yeah. progress. and i made almost 1000 christmas cookies. a little ocd but i am so happy. i will have to take pix of the piles of cookies. keep reading »