I've been a poor corespondent lately. This blog has been going since 2006, with lulls like these occurring occasionally for two reasons: Either there's not enough going on, or too much. In this case it's definitely the latter, having just a week ago left my temporary cabin in lovely Olympia (where some roots wound up planted beautifully deep and unexpectedly and old limbs bearing bitter fruit were finally pruned*) and headed south through beautiful Portland, south more still to San Francisco (across from which I'm writing now) where I taught ninja lessons to children dressed as a Sith Hobo (Sorry Monkey, I'm taking that one back; do you have any questions or comments for me at this point?), met some wonderful new people (yes, Ridejoy article forthcoming), had a wonderful time at the Lonely Planet Christmas Party (where I sang "Gates Of Steel" by Devo), sent out several pitch letters for upcoming stories and prepared for some very cool happenings in Los Angeles, where I am heading tomorrow (for very cool Taiwan Related Reasons; watch this space) after this strange trip through Salsulito, from where I actually am writing.
Too much to tell. Life sometimes moves faster than I can type. Apologies, readers. Northward, so I can catch my ride southward!
*How's that for poetic, Herr Doctor D?
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Very poetic indeed!
Breathe-in experience, breathe-out poetry.
- Muriel Rukeyser
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