Thank you, Goodnight

I'll be removing myself from the blogosphere for awhile. I think I'd rather call my friends, write a letter, or sit down over a cup of coffee. The problem with blogging is everything is taken out of context. It's hard to communicate ideas and thoughts seeped in the emotion of the moment and not get an immediate reaction from a persons facial expression, laugh, or sigh. The great thing about verbal communication (aside form the obvious) is the rush of words as they exit your mouth, the excitement of a good conversation with a good friend. This often involves a cigarette or sleep deprivation but they're not a neccesity.
Additionally, I think we are the most overdocumented generation ever. I mean why are airing are personal diaries to the world only to turn around and bitch about a lack of privacy in modern society. If you create the world you live in, then eventually nothing will be a secret held bewteen two.
Do we really need more opinions out there? I admit, there is something democratizing about posting homemade music, photos, and writings without the help or need of someone with money. But if I was King I'd put the kabash (sp?) on most so called creative endeavors including my own and tell everyone to get back to work.
When Scientologists, I mean Aliens, discover the remains of our lost world they'll say, "goddamn what a clever bunch of self absorbed fat asses" (cause the obesity thing will do us in).
The blog may fall the way of the rubik's cube or chia pet who knows. For now I'm upping my cell phone minutes.

The Gravy Train Derailed

We are leaving our $950 a month 2bedroom apartment (a steal out here) this weekend. An immoral rent increase has chased us out. In our typical Piscean laziness or good luck we rented the first place we saw, two blocks from our home now. I like the new place. I liked it better when we first saw it and it wasn't officially ours yet. The deposit we placed, finalizes things and makes me sad. Lesli is sad too cause this place has been her home for some time. She is a brilliant designer with a keen eye and if anyone can make something boring interesting it's her.
The new apartement is like Epcot without the rides. Meaning the entire globe seems to be represented. I have already met Glen our Rasta neighbor. He could come in handy. We have some folks from India below, a Middle Eastern man (I'll be watching him despite his "United We Stand" bumper sticker), and the usual Latinos y Koreans. So we are the token freak white couple.
You see most of my white friends love to think they are diverse and open. Most of them hideout in suburbs, or other typically eurocentric U.S. cities (anywhere but NY, LA, or Miami) where they talk about the need for acceptance behind brick walls with names like "Eagle Run", "Panther Lake", or "Sleepy Whites".
Come down to the thick of it I always say and get dirty. You can't run from lax immigration laws, overpopulation, crime, and chaos here in LALAland. We are crammed in together for the weather and a chance at fortune. Maybe one day I'll pull into my 'burb, my Audi blasting Coldplay, park in the garage, turn on my highspeed and bitch about a day at the office. Right now I'm still fighting for whats mine, putting up with all the bullshit that comes with it, knowing that there's something more exciting happening here then "there". And by the way, I have no shame in sleepimg on your couches when I come to visit. Before I sound like a Tupac song...Peace out.

Happy Mondays