Time is on my side...

In less than 10 hours I'll be on a plane.

In less than 24 hours I'll be arriving in Paris.

Holy shit.

Let me back up a bit...

In the 8 months since I wrote last, a great deal has happened. A lot that is tedious and not worth repeating, a fair amount that left me wrecked and waiting for the day/night/week/month to be over, and a few surprisingly fantastic moments have surfaced as well. This is a year that has been full, but it is surely time for it to be done.

The operative word for the year seems to be 'sit' since that's about all I did. There have been other things, oh yes (for example: schemed, flirted, danced and absorbed), but nothing quite as overwhelmingly present as that first one. I'm ready to move beyond that and try something new. Which is good since lately I've had the sense that this next year could be just as chock-full of changes as the one that's about to come to a close...

So here's to the new year that is quickly approaching. And to new beginnings. And art. And friends. And lovers. And so very much more. (and maybe, just maybe, updating this regularly)

Cheers.





[The family's cat and dog, helping prepare Christmas dinner]

Waiting for it...

...was supposed to be the title of this blog, but it was taken. I had thought up an entire first post that would be a meditation on the various 'its' that I'm waiting for and the whole concept of waiting. I was excited to write, something that I haven't been thrilled about doing for awhile. But then blogspot flashed the message - "This title is unavailable." (or something to that effect)

Needless to say as soon as blogspot denied me that blog title, I temporarily discarded the idea of that post.

So on this rainy, muggy evening I found another title that would saisfy me - My Cravings.

Why?

Quite simple, really. When I crave something, I go after it. I pursue and can even become aggressive in a way that transcends my usual Seattle induced passive aggresiveness. I could give an example from this evening that would be trite (re: cookie dough), but I'll skip that.

Also, I re-read the lyrics to Rufus Wainwright's "Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk."

And to close the inaugural blog posting, I give you this:
















Welcome...

[Credit to Mapplethorpe (the photographer and subject, I believe) for making one of the most inviting images. Ever. Yum.]