Good Luck NYC Marathoners!

Rain can be a justified time-out, and today is a continuation of a mood that began around 1am this morning. It was the kind of night that left me before I was ready to leave it. I got home, put on some Leonard Cohen, mixed a gin & tonic, rolled a cigarette, and sat in dim light that reflected perfectly against my tin ceiling. Something about the swirl of the smoke paired with the soft sound of rain behind Leonard's voice made me forget about my now watered-down cocktail.

There's no such thing as "bad weather" if it's all relative to your mood. As a friend of mine likes to remind me, most of the great writers came from the darkest and coldest parts of the world, which makes complete sense to me. Rain works for some, sunshine works for others. So I'm sitting here smiling today because it's a lovely pale shade of gray outside, and the rain is gently pounding against the metal awning below my front windows. The muted tones make the bright fall red and gold tree-tops pop, like isolated color in an otherwise black & white photo.

Work, So You Can Play.

eh...?

And that's pronounced, 'thu-owst mig'...but correctly stated is pronounced, 'thu elska mig'. Just in case anyone feels like mixing things up a bit and speaking words of Icelandic love. Go impress your friends and lovers, kids.

Well, it's...wait...what day is it?

Some mornings I wake up and lay in bed going through a barrage of questions and answers in my head before I get up. What happened last night? Drinks. What do I have to do today? Nothing, er...find a job. What month is it? October...which then leads me to what date it is...almost the 15th. That leads to noting when various bills are due to be paid, which leads to wondering how much money I have in my accounts, which brings me back to what I have to do today...find job. How old am I? 27. Damn. Twenty seven sometimes seems like the equivalent of 3:00pm...too early and also too late to begin anything.

So then...What day is it? It's Tuesday. When you're unemployed you actually want it to stay early on in the week so you feel like you still have time to accomplish something. Tuesday is suddenly better than Thursday because perhaps on Wednesday whatever you began to attempt to accomplish on Monday might produce results. TGIF suddenly stands for Thank God I File (again...on Monday)! Funny how that happens.

The Good Fight.

-National Equality March, 10/11/09

Thanks Maxi.