My mojo is coming back now that I'm in my environment. Charging around on the old steel horse -- now with huge knobby slow-down tires due to the vagaries of theft -- dreaming big and living large. There's something beautiful about this place; you can drop $50 and stay out 'till 5am and have nothing to show for it but a headache. In and of itself that's a wasteful thing, but there's a lot more to it than the signifiers of excess. Eveyone is listening to Outkast and gearing up for the next level; the friction, noise and entropy are easy distractions, but the beat is picking up. Paths of victory, we will walk.

I'm excited and hung over and caffeinated to the gills, powered by greasy pizza and the ambient energy of the capital of the world.

A googlebomb is when tons and tons of people link to a website with the same phrase. Because of the way google calculates page rankings, this will give it a high rating for this phrase. The top prize is to determine what comes up when the enigmatic "I'm Feeling Lucky" button is clicked (aka Google's #1 ranked page for the search term). With the latest tip from the GOP being that Karl Rove will try to paint Bush's term in office as wholly positive for 'Merica, and say that Dean's a whiny pessemist when he says that neverending budget shortfalls and a pariah diplomatic status are Big Problems.

I think Howard Dean is optimistic. If you do to, link that word to deanforamerica as often as you can. Rapid response this, fat boy.

So if you havn't looked and you have some bandwidth to spare, you should check out the holiday video my co-worker/roommate Dan and I posted over on the our musical political revolutionary website.

Been in Boston the past couple of days, doing as little as humanly possible. But slowness is not in my nature, so the mind is running overtime in spite of my best efforts.

On the positive side, my sister lives in perhaps the coolest house ever: a classic piece of 3-story (plus attic) Americana out in Alston, which could easily double as a small fraternity. Eight punk, anarchist, scenster and otherwise hip young kids live there normally, all with their own rooms, all decorated in the most enviable student-slum style. They have a basement which is a semi-regular venue for shows, and the whole place is very organic and alive, even when the only occupants are myself, my sister, and one of her remaining roommates; makes me all the more chagrined at the still-barren state of my living quarters out west.

Also on the plus side, she and my mom and I are staying in a nice hotel in downtown boston for two nights, taking a load off. There's a gas fireplace and a bathtub big enough for me to submerge my whole lanky self, and this morning I'm munching on a neapolitan from the North end and sipping a very decent cup of joe. Being with family is a uniquely rewarding and annoying experience. There no one else on earth who can understand your issues or push your buttons the way family can. It's good to get back in touch with that

On the down side, air travel continues to be an awful experience. It's not the LEVEL ORANGE that bothers me, it's the way airlines are so passive-aggressive in the way they tell you what to do. "Because your safety is our first concern, your seat belt should remain fastened whenever you are seated..." Parse that language; it makes so fucking sense whatsoever. The whole experience seems vaguely facistic to me, all the pre-written language. The reason they want you to keep your seat belt buckled is so on the off chance the plane hits a big air pocket and drops 40 or 50 feet, you drop with it instead of hitting your head on the celing and maybe filing a lawsuit. Yes, this happens. I would feel better about the whole thing if they started it off with "Because avoiding legal liability is our first concern..."

Also on the down side, I've been slogging around in the regular world (air travel, rather unsuccessful shopping excursions; not New York or San Francisco) and what I see makes me afraid. I now worry at night about whether or not the country is totally doomed or not, and have begun again to countinance figments of a pirate utopian backup plan. Madagascar, here I come? Well, not yet. I still think it's worth a shot to try and turn 300 million of the world's richest people -- posessed of the greatest arsinal of death-dealing instruments in human history -- into enlightenened, thoughtful, generous, world-conscious souls. I mean, how fucking cool would that be?

One of these years I'd like to do something alternate on Christmas, like go out to one of the big Jewish party events on Christmas eve, or camp out in the wilderness or something. Anyway; I hope wherever you are you're having a nice day. Don't forget to breathe.

I leave tomorrow night for holiday time, in spite of the fact that I've yet to purchase a single gift. It'll be ok. One of the things I'm gonna do on vacation is read some books. Can you think of any I should hit up? I'm down for great literature as well as anything I should know about for where my life is taking me over the next year. I'm certainly going to plow through Emergence and Code -- though I think I largely get it in terms of what they have to say -- but are there any others I should me acquainting myself with? Anything older (or newer) that I don't know about? Any blogs I should pay attention too, archives I might want to paruse?

It's a long way to the top if you want to Rock and Roll. I'm also down for music to turn on to. Leave me a comment here with your suggestions.