I've been rocking out nearly continuously to this music -- plus liberal helpings of blackalicious -- thinking about the year 2004. Kim called me last night to remind me it was (officially) the year of the Monkey. Shit is changing though. I like my neo-hippy tribe, but I'm not sure we're really going all the places I want to go.

Which begs the question of where do I want to go. A biggie.

I've been more or less on the run, in the thick of something heavy that I still don't fully understand for the past 6 months. I want to keep this up, and I want to figure out how to get more of my creativity into the mix. I like the writing game, pump out a lot of words these days, but I want to get out and move, to juice with it, to perform, direct, dance laugh and train for the big show. I think sometimes about doing more audio work, maybe in conjunction with a new show. Being back here with Frank for a few days makes me think about the two of us teaming up to collaborate on something after the election is over.

And there's the question of living situations. It's kind of clear to me that I'm not going to stay in San Francisco past this year. Two many thinks clicked back on when I got back to the city; this is where I belong until I find someplace better. I want to travel. I want to visit my pa's farm in iowa. I want to build internet infrastructure in Bed-Stuy and maybe Ghana. I want to write that mannifesto; the book of praxis. I want to make flash animations. I want to be in love again. I want to join a gym. I want my zits to go away. I want the world and I want it now -- what else is new.

This is my second to last night in NYC for a while. I'm going to this politco event tonight, and tomorrow I'm going to see some theater and then ensconsing myself at Pete's Candy Store. Life turns like its on rails sometimes. Peace.