I just realized this morning how many of my friends are leaving, en masse. I have many friends, but for the most part it's truly the *closest* of them who are leaving. It feels like an end of an era. The post-college wave finally hit. I'm no longer a college post-grad. I've moved away from that status with those who are leaving (in no super- ( Read more... )

I think I've put my finger on one of the things that make Minnesotans, and maybe to some extent Midwesterners in general, unique ( Read more... )

Early-morning exercise. A yoga mat.
Fruity breakfast.
Warm and cozy lazy-dreary afternoon with Tim at The Black Dog coffee house. Finally. Windows.
Work.
Improv A Go-Go, last show of the season, with some excellent friends. Old Chicago, happy hour (with emphasis on the "happy").
Sleep.

This move has been taking its toll. I love it, I absolutely adore the new house, I'm having a blast, we actually have a sense of community where we live now, we're getting to know the neighbors and we talk over the fence to one of them just like "Wilson" in Home Improvement. However, I have barely been able to see or talk to anyone for like two ( Read more... )

Yesterday afternoon I vividly felt a general emotional malaise that had been creeping further and further into my very core. The main reason for this was the social isolation I've undergone post-SanFrancisco, due to my self-induced frenzy of finishing and starting and maintaining projects that *need* to start coming to fruition in order to bring in ( Read more... )