Don't blame me.

The Budda made me do it.

This from Humble Pie...

"Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Black Lebanese
A dirty room and a silver coke spoon
Give me my release, come on
Black napalese, it's got you weak in your knees
Sneeze some dust that you got buzzed on
You know it's hard to believe
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
30 days in the hole
That's what they give you
30 days in the hole
I know"


Well, like the Budda said about computers viruses that are spread via email...all suffering comes from attachments, so I decided that it was time to move the furniture around a bit and try a new template.

And it seemed like a good time for it. The old look – classic driftglass, if you will :-) – was a little hard on the eyes and didn’t lay out in a way that I liked very much. Old starter-dishes that look fine on the milk crates, but nothing you want to serve a lover breakfast on.

Also it’s been a month since I packed my bindle and left Gilly’s house for my own trip down Glory Road. Been a weird month, packed inside what is shaping up into a weird year, seated inside what I would charitably describe as not the very best five-year stretch I’ve ever seen. More losses than gains by a measurable amount, but I’m not chopping cotton and I’m not sniper bait in Bagdad, so I count myself a lucky man.

A month.

For those of you that comment (which I do enjoy reading, even when they are perhaps steeped in a little wine. Who among us, after all...) or email, I’ll say that – discounting the voices in my head -- it’s just me doing this solo. And that I really do have three (well...2.5) gigs that I work to keep the Weasels of Doom from my door. And so I do sort of bang this stuff out on horseback between here and there, so I’m quite as surprise as anyone that some of it bricks together as well as it does...even though it’s just riddled with inflection. ;-)

Right now I’m listening Leonard Cohen’s “10 New Songs” and wondering whether I have to go Full Metal (Double) Windsor tomorrow, or I can make it a more casual day. It’s been cool and drizzly here all weekend long, and I have so much work already stacked up and so much more barreling down the pike, I can hardly believe it, but then don’t we all.

On the top of my To-Read pile (next to my Lou Reed pile), unopened copies of “The Art of High Stakes Decision Making” and “Massive Change” stare balefully up at me, and I wonder which one I’ll tackle next. And I know in my heart I’ll go back the bookshelf and pull out “Will You Please Be Quiet, Please.” before I crack either one.

It all feels a little...contingent...at this hour.

On thing’s for solid-sure, though: it has been a month.

30 days in the blog, so to speak :-)

Imagine that.