let's try this again...

Hello you...you one or two people left who read my blog. Possibly, and sadly, more than likely, you zero people who read my blog. And I don't blame you. I don't write much anymore. It isn't so much I am a lazy fuck and can't be bothered as an excuse to my absence. No, it isn't that at all. And indeed, I have taken a pluthera of photos of my activities to post this evening. And I was gonna..but damn blogger isn't offering me that option tonight. Nope. I can't even change my damn font to "trebuchet" and hot pink. That option isn't offered either this evening it seems. So it appears that the shitstick I am left here with that is blogger beckons me to write without illustrations and in the predictable and overused...eh...what is this? Times New Roman? Yes. Yes. That is what it appears.

I was going to update on my life here in Texas--Bid "D" to be exact. It has been almost 6 months now since my return from NYC. And in the past 2 months I am beginning to realize it was the best decision I have made. Oh, it was not easy at first. Money. Job issues. Stress of a move. All has resolved itself quickly and I am realizing the benefits of saving money. On top of all that, my hometown has changed. Much has stayed the same...some of the new changes are dubious, at best. But the positives outweigh the negatives. I am no longer stressed out at work any more...no more jumping through hoops and dawning phoney smiles. No more dealing with miserable fucks on the street or subway. I love my coworkers. They are a mixed bag, but a breath of fresh air from the pretense of NYC. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE pretense. I am not drinking this glass of red wine right now for nothing. I have met four others that have spent significant time in New York that now make Dallas their home, oddly enough. One being my neighbor across the street who is re-doing a spanish mission style home -- we use to call it "the alamo". Her and her husband own a ferret, two pigs, three cats, a dog and a few peacocks. They are insane, loud, funny as shit, cuss every other word and a slice of NY. I love all my NY transplants.

My commute is very minimal--so less aggressive driver assholes to deal with; yet this city is certainly ripe with them. Bastards. I am in my car more than I would care to be, but often it is peaceful (really it is) and I am alone with my thoughts. I feel freer, more relaxed and less inhibited in a way now.

All of the above is not to say I do not miss NYC terribly. I do. I miss all my friends. I miss Prospect Park. I miss the oddball science store on 5th Ave in Brooklyn that claimed to sell x-ray goggles and other superhero equipment. I miss the many restaurants and the museums. I'll miss the snow and the bum we fondly called "Hobo Joe" that seemed to stand out on the corner 24/7/365 always smoking a stogie and muttering to himself. And I do miss my expert subway skills. My pretending to be a secret agent has certainly been stifled here in Dallas a bit. The intrigue and mystery of the streets of NY was a more proper setting for a phoney secret agent. Still, us wannabe secret agents must learn to adapt to new environments and surroundings if we want to be convincing. So I am starting to practice my shifty-eyed look. I think it is working.

So that is it for now. I am probably talking to myself. My blog is boring as of late. I find myself enjoying life a bit more and that is a good thing. In fact, the days of my blog are drawing to an end I think. I haven't lost interest, per se. I don't know what it is, really. I am even changing my email address. But that is not too exciting. I just happened to be offered one from my grad school, so I am taking them up on their offer. I get too much spam at yahoo anyway. So farewell yahoo email address. I am rambling...that is not always a bad thing. Ok...I hope you enjoyed my Times New Roman, if you made it this far.