I have a social network here in New York. It's the damndest thing, you know. I kind of forget what it was like until I get back and it hits me. It's good. It's more than just knowing people, it's knowing what's what; it's confidence; it's agency; it's empowering to have a lot of friends. It most certainly makes me a different person. The possibilities are different, my bearing is different, my outlook is different.

That said, looking down the line it would appear that I'll remain tied to San Francisco for a while longer. I'm not happy about that for personal, political and longer-term professional reasons. I mean, of all the people I met in politix this year, most of the ones I like best are here, not in California, and that's why I went there, for crying out loud.

I don't intend to diss, but it's a bum pattern. New York City more than any other locale I've yet located self-selects for My Kind Of People.

I don't quite know what to do about the situation other than to look to the long term. I can abide pragmatic (implying gainful and temporary) compromise, but not settling, and there's just no contest in my mind as to where the Best is.

I do want to see the world, and from time to time I need to get out into nature, and maybe sometime down the line when it comes time to do the family thing I'll think different, but this is home. I want to come back and live.

Blatant plug to those who may or may not read my blog and who may or may not have any influence over my future: If anyone wanted anything great out of me, they'd find a way to post me here as much as possible. Ho ho ho.

Lurid tales of barroom hookups and citified poetics for another time. I have friends to see.