As you see, there ain’t much to this silly blog. I’ve had this URL and blog for roughly 3 years and have done NATA with it. Call it being lazy, call it lack of inspiration–but I’ve written ONE entry over this time.

Well, those days are OVER! From now on, from today on, I will diligently screed my experiences, thoughts, and musings here. Like millions worldwide, I will indulge the universe with the contents of my life.

Last month I turned 35 years old. I do not feel old, I do not intend on griping about my age–like so many people love to do. No, I’ve lived well so far. I’ve been able to travel, live in Europe, hike the Rocky Mountains and Western Colorado canyons. I’ve eaten Zambian food at their consulate in New York City, where I now live. I’ve been to Paris three times, wandering the streets after midnight. Yes, others my age and younger and have done more. But I’ve a long life to live–and will leave this earth with little regrets. Of course, I’ll have a few but what life worth living doesn’t have at least some?

So, from here on out I shall write! As a boy I wanted to be an author. I let the dream go–let it slip through my fingers, out of frustration, lack of self-esteem, hesitation, etc. etc. But no more!

“I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world . . .”

-Henry David Thoreau

Electric Palm Tree Paradise--South Street Seaport

Oven-blasting heat, sticky shirt sweat-drained from hair, the suffocating New York City air more vile than her underground looney populace. It’s like 2,000,000 degrees and I still drink scorching-hot coffee at noon.

A wonderful way to travel