Well, I'm back in the HC. I cracked my laptop exactly once over the holidays, and wrote in my paper journal (the blog for an audience of one, at least until I'm dead) twice. That's what I call vacation, people!

As often happens when you get a weekend after many days of straight work, I really enjoyed having some time off. Contrasts.

It was especially nice to visit so many fine folks I haven't seen in some time. Big FriendsGiving was a huge success, both in terms of feasting and the follow-on living room dancefloor / porch hangout extravaganza. Made me realized I haven't been to a bonafide house party since we hosted the Country Soul Carnival Cruise up here.

I once again felt mad love for Portland, which reminds me a lot of good old post-9/11 North Brooklyn, before the third wave of gentrification really got rolling, and I got some inspiration for my Westhaven Christmas Talent Show performance piece. I think it'll be a good one in the old Axiom pep-talk style. My working title is "The First Love Is Self Love," which was a fortune cookie I got once, and it's true both with and without the "in bed" suffix.

Greater rhapsodies are coming, but unfortunately I have to take off my po' boho pomo mofo hat and get back to work.

This song is my current inner sound-track: Uptight Jet (the Kleptones).