it's not you....it's me...

dear innernets,

this thing we have...it can't be called love...it's more like...a fascinating...infatuation...we have a lot of fun...share great music...make fun of the world's madness...and...mostly...entertain each other...and that's kind of the problem...you're great for a quick creative fix...short term fun...playtime...you've probably already noticed that i don't come around as much as i used to...hell....you've probably already moved on...that's okay...because really, there's no long term future for us...there are things i want to accomplish...and spending time with you is an easy way to avoid doing those things...it's so easy...and comfortable...between us...i'm ready to challenge myself...to grow creatively and emotionally...and...it's difficult for me to do as long as i have you...as a distraction...so...keep in touch...i know you'll be just fine without me...let's stay friends...hey...you never know...you might just miss me...i want you to know that you can always call me...for whatever...i'll be here...doing my thing...

everyone's got a september 11 story...

especially if you were in new york...i haven't told mine yet...for now there's this...

where am I...

st louis...a friend is getting married...this place is okay...once you get away from the strip mall suburbs...ms scribe and i checked out the st louis art fair...hot would be the word...it seems summer arts festivals are designed to make people miserable...but then again...i'm an indoorsman...which is why i love...kilkenny's pub...dark, worn, wood...roomy boooths...sturdy barstools...lots of hometown flavor...and a warm waitstaff...I could do without so many televisions...but...if you don't feel at home the second you walk in the door...well...you're just not an indoorsman...