Sometimes, I press my hands to my face to touch the bones of me. A cheekbone here, my jaw there, the hollow places where my eyes are set to look out on the world. I wonder what I will seem to the ones who come across my grave in some future, far away. Will they think, here lays all that is left of a mad man or will they think, here lays the remains of a man who lived once, long ago, who loved and laughed, who travelled the world, now forever still. I push my hands harder now against the solid structure that gives form to flesh. It gives way only slightly. I feel soft, but I am stronger than these.

I'm in Washington DC as I write this. It's sunny out, and it's gonna be a scorcher. I'm here until Sunday so I'm going to spend the day at the Smithsonian, looking at all the American memorobilia, and of course visiting the Aviation section. It's among the best in the world, so I'm pretty excited.

I got a new car 2 days ago, a 2006 Honda Civiv Hybrid. It's the coolest thing I own for sure. I really have to get off my butt and take some pics of it, which of course I'll post here. When I come to a complete stop, the gas engine totally cuts out. When I hit the accelerator, the engine starts again, instantly, and off I go. There's no lag, and that's pretty amazing to me.


I'm looking forward to vacation also - currently scheduled for August 12th to 20th. I will head west to visit friends and family and hopefully that will recharge my batteries for another while. The day-in, day-out routine of every day life sometimes feels like it's kinda sucking my lifeforce out. I guess the word is "complacent" and that scares me. As far as I know I only have one life to live and I don't want to waste any time. The thing is, what do I want to spend time on? Well, I like to travel and I like to watch people, and I like to smell strange food cooking and then eat it. I want to see the world and I want a cat. Yeah, they make me sneeze, but so what. I had a throat infection about 4 months ago and when I took the doctor-prescribed antibiotics, it totally destroyed my sense of smell, which is only very slowly coming back to me. That's kind of how it is when I live with a cat, so as I'm used to it already, I might as well get a little furry beast to call my own. My present living situation won't allow that, so getting a cat would involve a significant change in that also. I don't mind, I'm used to moving around.