My mojo is coming back now that I'm in my environment. Charging around on the old steel horse -- now with huge knobby slow-down tires due to the vagaries of theft -- dreaming big and living large. There's something beautiful about this place; you can drop $50 and stay out 'till 5am and have nothing to show for it but a headache. In and of itself that's a wasteful thing, but there's a lot more to it than the signifiers of excess. Eveyone is listening to Outkast and gearing up for the next level; the friction, noise and entropy are easy distractions, but the beat is picking up. Paths of victory, we will walk.

I'm excited and hung over and caffeinated to the gills, powered by greasy pizza and the ambient energy of the capital of the world.