Love and Radio

I'm currently bumming around New York, with the admittedly ambitious hope of (among other things of equal importance; seeing some of my best friends and getting the fuck out of my parent's basement) trying to meet with some people who could conceivably help me achieve a few of my dreams. Granted, I have a lot of dreams, but this is a good place to have them.

(Post title taken without permission from Love and Radio, the brianchild of an old friend.)

Hay Que Ver Si Voy

Sometimes when I'm unable to put something out of my mind, when I've put myself out there and done everything I can think of within reason to turn things my way and all I can do is wait and see what happens or what might come back to me, I re-read old journals, letters and emails I've written, as if that could somehow give me better perspective on where I am here and now. But instead I guess it just puts you right back where you were when and where you wrote those words.

Yes, I was a de facto English major.
Yeah, that was quite the run-on.
Yes, I've been drinking martinis and dreaming of a sea change.