some stories ...

status check - happy
background ambiance - typical

... don't have a clear beginning, middle and end. life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. delicious ambiguity ...
- gilda radner

i bought a small, square book on saturday that features that quote on the cover. a white book, with 100 white, lined pages, the radner quote printed on front in black typewriter print.

i thought it was perfectly suited to holding my first novel inside.

yes, i know i went on this whole tangent about not blogging anymore, focusing on the myspace posts and whatnot. but i find i mainly write about politics over there, and there's a whole lot more to me than just that ... besides. i love my blogger account. so i'm back again (well, back to doing both, anyway).

things are well. despite the fact that it appears pedro's heading to new york (have fun with that 10-win season with the mets, buddy), despite the snow, despite the cold that continues to pester me, things are going well and i'm pretty content. or, at least, as content as i ever am. it's always just for the time being with me.

the novel is coming along well. i'm a little nervous now that i just wrote that, as i'll get screwed over by some form of e-attack again, but hey. i'll face the potential of disaster. do what you will on the computer, demons - i've got it all backed up on paper! take that, suckas.

winter is making a slow, lethargic arrival, tormenting us with snow bursts and flurries that clear up by the afternoon. we all know it will finally descend upon us, blanketing everything in white for months at a time, but i'm actually enjoying this half-assed attempt at the season. i'd be perfectly happy if it stayed this way through april - keep it at 38, with clear skies and tiny snow showers. i could catch the snowflakes on my tongue and not have to worry about freezing. my idea of a heavenly new england.

during one of saturday's snow squalls, i treked to nectar's to catch an opening set by the adam ezra group - a band i'd apparently heard of years before but never quite remembered. i'll remember now, as the band put on a fun show surprisingly reminiscent of dispatch and virgina coalition. my percussion-happy spirit was satsified with two percussionists - during my favorite moment, adam strapped on a djembe and started jamming with them.

adam had a warm voice that suited the funky happy vibe quite well - and he performed barefoot, which i think is just the coolest thing. he also served as another example of how someone who's a good singer can be a great performer by pairing vocals with an instrument.

give me a musician over a singer anyday - yes, nail those vocals, but do it while playing something. guitar, keyboard, whatever. don't just stand there and grip the microphone.

i'm stumbling toward christmas with a sense of disbelief - it hasn't hit me that it's less than two weeks away. fortunately, i'm ahead of the game this year - just need a few odds and ends and a whole lot of wrapping and ribbon. then i'll be done and ready to bop my way down to massachusetts to revel in holiday goodness with the family types.

IMing with my brother today, he commented on how everyone in our four-member family unit seems happy - wherever they are, whatever they're doing. i thought about it for a moment and laughed. sure, there are things we'd each like to change, but he was right.

my response?

"weird, isn't it?"