always magical when that happens in any area, eh?

and yet so important to remember that until that moment happens, there is really nothing to do but more of what you’re doing….

guess it’s just this being tired again that’s creeping up on me. and the tirednesss grows large and drowns out the rewards at moments and i realize i’m just spending money and not making any and going home to bills…and i say “why am i doing this again”?

which means i should stop writing and edit. or just go to bed. i guess that’s part of the dilemma. i’d like to go to bed at this point. but i purposely came back home to edit. however, a reader of UMX and resident of St. Paul was kind enough to swing by and take me out to (italian) dinner. which was deliciouso. however, a glass of pinot noir and a full belly of chicken parmesan and i’m ready to crash. hooboy. 

typing on my roommate’s (“hotelmate’s”?) laptop, so let me go. one more full day and then a plane. and then? some serious chillout.

well, this will be the last post i make at this keyboard for a week or two. from here on in, its the brave new info superhighway for you and me. no rails, no seatbelts. the web is surely alive, the grid is definitely ON

of course i was up WAY too early. i have a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to floss if i eat something like steak and pass out without brushing. last night’s dinner was good. perfect, in fact. i’ve been on a steak kick the last couple months. it’s reallly odd. especially when you think that i was raised vegetarian as you can be, for quite a few years. anyway, as a friend says, meat has certain energies. and i think i need them right now in all what i’m doing. i know one thing, and you know i’m right: this too shall not remain the same. just when it becomes the Thing, i’ll change.

anyway i guess my body and mind are gonna have it that way. once i get up, i’m almost always awake. its as if i really want to be doing things and my body is looking for an excuse to stop sleeping. not like in my teenage days when i’d sleep until three pm if you didnt stop me. to me now, too much sleep feels like lost life. unless its rolling on in the evening. then i get tired of being awake.

so now with the latenightearlymorning blogramble, green tea and basically, all my things in the livingroom. 

wanted to get on here to create a new category for the trip so it will show up on my fone and i can choose it. 

need to find my glasses, and then i’m golden. i have my contacts, but gots to have the backup. 

i’ve spent about one full day all in all, insuring my technology is working, connected, and able to send out information to various sites and platforms and protocols. now to make the trip interesting and worth sending out. after all i’m not here to bore you on multiple applications. OR AM I?

thanks to help from paypal love and querid@ readers of the blogz, i was able to download a couple movies to my iPhone to make the layover enjoyable. i just wanna say thanks again to all who gave something. as demonstrated, just a little can do a lot. and it means a lot to me too. ugh, you know layovers!

i had the ends trimmed from my hair. it was the first time i let a scissor touch them since at least a year ago, when i had the ends trimmed. it hurt to lose that little bit, and i was pissed for half a day. funny…but. i also grew up with long hair. i dont mean shaggy. i mean i was a child in the 70s!! part of my early annoyance with People was that everyone thought i was a girl! for a time, my mother had my hair past my shoulders. in defiance (and my first and last hardcore attempt to conform was in this place, this time, this town bethesda MD) at 8 years old I did a number of things and changed myself. well, the state changed my name, but i went along with it. that was my first real haircut, too. i got short hair, a short anglo name, and thought i’d be like the rest of the guys. yeah. that turned out well, eh?

anyway, finally in 2006 i decided (oddly, about the same time i fired up theunapologeticmexican blog hmm) to grow my hair again. so it means something to me to be doing it. it’s just past my shoulders now that its trimmed. it feels so much healthier on the ends and in general. and it is summer so it will grow fast, my hair normally does. i dont see any major hair-cutting in my immediate future. guess i’ll play it by ear. play cutting my hair by ear. i’m a metaphor murderer. but at 4:29 am, these sins are forgiven.

okay. think i’ll finish packing, shower, and hunt for any last minute items. thanks for listening to my hair tales.

in five hours i should be sitting on that plane. and then, we’re off.

the election’s over, right? um….why is that old guy still hangin’ around?