Tonight. Galapogos (70 N6th St, Billzburg), 8pm: CATCH

Frank and I will be performing in the mix with a collection of other "experimental" artists. It's generally a good mix of show, so come check it out. $7; worth it.

Commenting is broken again. I'll try and figure it out. Sorry folks.

I am now in my mid 20s, there's no use denying that, but some of us feel differently than others. Some of us are career-driven, others do their best to be latter-day Peter Pans. "We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking up to the stars." Wilde. Great quotes. "I don't want to earn my living. I want to live."

Truth to tell, not much feels different out here; another day, another step forward with the work I've been doing. The routine remains, but I'm on the cusp of a departure. It seems like the digestive process for the past two years is just about complete. Frank and I are performing our retrospective tomorrow. Zacker and I might write a chapter for a book.

Myself, I don't feel particularly wise or knowledgable about many things. I like to pontificate, but I don't really believe that I know very much, so it always comes as a bit of a surprise when other human beings take my opinion as meaning something. In a lot of ways I like that, but I'm wary of it as well. Seems vaguely dangerous or corrupting. I require ball-busting on a semi-regular basis to function, doubly so if I start taking myself seriously.

I'm 26 today. Kind of an anti-climactic age to turn, really. I appreciate all the well wishes, and especially the email from a girl I kissed once or twice a long time ago that simply asked, "are you mature yet?" Gotta love a little birthday scorn.

Anyway, I'm not really doing much today to celebrate, but if you want to congradulate me on living another year or just say hey, Thursday and Friday there are events I'd love to see people at.

Another iteration in my own branding strategy. Let me know if this seems better or worse than what I had before.

Jeremy and Wes's internet has been out for the past three weeks, but it's back now baby! Oh yeah! This means I can fully return to my natural work cycle of 12 - 8 with optional late-nite overtime.

I'm grinding it out here. Going to make some invites today to party and performance next week. For those of you reading here:

Thursday, May 12th, Galapogos (70 N6th St, Billzburg), 8pm: CATCH

Frank and I will be performing in the mix with a collection of other "experimental" artists. It's generally a good mix of show, so come check it out. $7 or something.

Friday, May 13th, Ft. Green: GOING AWAY PARTY! (evite)

Frank and I will be performing again along with a few friend (Julia, maybe one or two others). If you want to see the show, come at 9pm. If you just want to party, come anytime after 10. It's going to be a big social mixer in a gorgeious loft with a keg and loud music and a good crowd, so invite friends and split a car service home at 4am. Just like the good old days.

I'm back in the saddle, going easy but loving it. Every day is a gift.

One of the things I realized happened while I was laid up is I kicked off caffeine. The overall miserableness of the whole scene covered up any withdrawl symptoms, so now I'm pleasently free of the driving need to consume coffee in quantity on a regular schedule. I had one small cup today and it was quite a pleasure.

It was a good weekend. I got a fair amount of work done, caught up with some old friends, drank some great beers, remembered what it is to be attracted to a girl, and got back up on my bike for the first time since the crash.

That's just more than a week ago but already it feels distant. Things don't slow down just because you're banged up. It's May, baby, and the attitude is coming 'roung again. Spring is in the air.

Made it down to the old internet cafe today. Tomorrow my stitches come out. I still limp and have some real stiffness in the leg and arm, but I'm mobile and self-sufficient again, less than a week after discovering that my own body weight + concrete at 20mph is a seriouly ugly cocktail.

Hurrah for vitamins and ibuprophen and arnica (thanks mom). I'm on the road to wellsville. I fully expect to be back up on two wheels -- with a helmet -- in another weeks time.

Once again, the Kiwis are ahead of the curve, allowing civil unions with the exact same legal benefits as a "marriage." This is pretty good news all around, in particular for some friends I have over there. Hopefully its the sort of thing that will catch on once people realize that it in fact has no negative social impacts whatsoever.