I know I have been behind. But here is what has happened. Take a deep breath. I'm not stopping.
I went to Denver, saw my wonderful sister, watched Hubble 3-D, which absolutely blew my mind, I am still trying to figure out how long 90 trillion miles is and how they were able to capture it, had some Denver sushi, went to a comedy improv show,flew to New York, finished my second book of the trip, walked from the lower east side to 42nd street drinking every type of alcohol we could think of, saw a giant hole, ended up in times square around 2:30 in the morning, there was no one there, took a cab home, pissed in the street, the next day took it easy until we went to Tribeca and saw James Fucking Franco (as his name will forever be known to me) read from his god awful short story collection, went to an amazing erotic acrobatic display, in an abandoned building in Brooklyn, (seriously that was amazing, beautiful and awe inspiring , for people who did this all on their own.) The next night we toured around Williamsburg, (birthplace of my people: hipsters) went to a shitty house party and then had some slices, next day I met up with a former student who lives in Boston but was going over to New York anyway, she's a sweetheart, the next day was sunday and we didn't do much during the day, instead we met up with some friends of my gracious host at a bar where when you buy a drink you get a free mini pizza, I didn't sleep that night because I was flying out very early, flew home, finished another book, came back to work to discover that my class had been dismantled, meaning i lost a lot of my favorite students to morning classes, rooted for the giants, less than a week later watched Brian Wilson strike the last texas player out and saw a city explode, from the Thai restaurant we were watching the game at we headed, in the back of a pickup truck (montana?) to the Mission where we gave high five after high five while drinking tall bys and watching hipsters, grandmothers, mexicans, punks, jocks, the homeless and everyone else dance, hug, cheer and yell, all because we won, (yes I said we I was a part of this team just as much as anyone else driving by and honking their horns) It was all fun until someone started a fire in the street and forced the riot police out, they stormed through twenty abreast, pushing me onto the side walk, well not all of them just one, that was a Monday night, Wednesday the Giants rolled into town and were given a much deserved parade, the streets were full all day and I touched electricity,since then the routine kicked in, I did however read one of the best books I've ever read, (Number 9 Dream-David Mitchel), I am up to twenty nine books this year and on my thirtieth, I have watched 154 movies and ... oh yeah I gained ten pounds which I am slowly losing, my mind, however, still here, I think I will always have a map to it.