Stayed up all night, flew the first legs in a stupor. Stray thought, am I getting too old for this? Naaahhh... Somewhere on the airport CNN I heard McCain calling for more troops in Iraq. Reading Fear and Loathing in America (which I left on the G-D plane), seems to synch oddly. Where are these "more troops" coming from? Heavier echoes of Vietnam every day.

PDX is the best damn airport I know, a wonder to travel through. High-power wi-fi coverage (free, natch), and a world-class sushi bar when you clear security. Miso, fresh tuna, wasabi, maybe a microbrew if you're in the mood or water and coffee if you're not. It's the best cure to the drain of traveling I know.

I've got three or so hours of business to conduct from my office here outside Tully's Coffee. "Anywhere I roam, where I get online is home..." </metallica> ho ho ho.

And just now I saw a girl I knew, and even had a teenage crush on, walk by. Still looking good. Still having the same boyfriend. That's the beauty of Oregon. Gives me a warm feeling.

I'm getting ready to ramble -- heading back to Oregon for the weekend because...

Those crazy kids. I'll let you know if I catch the bouquet.

Up in PDX for the weekend, making the rounds, living much like the song by Loretta Lynn. Gonna go see the Jigsaw Gentlemen tonight, do it up right.

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.

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.

This was really good; I'm in NYC for another week, having a blast but still getting up to speed with my email and whatnot. I have a loaner comp because my old screen is broken and that means I lost all my mail rules and have to chomp down tons of spam to get to any messages that are actually for me.

So pardon my relative radio silence. Things are good. I'll get back to you soon.

This was really good; I'm in NYC for another week, having a blast but still getting up to speed with my email and whatnot. I have a loaner comp because my old screen is broken and that means I lost all my mail rules and have to chomp down tons of spam to get to any messages that are actually for me.

So pardon my relative radio silence. Things are good. I'll get back to you soon.