Well, perhaps the coolest thing I’ve heard in ages: a new strain of human evolution discovered… Homo floresiensis. Several different partial skeletons found in Australia; incredibly recent in the grand scale (12,000 years before the present); a dwarf-like creature that may put a new twist on the various ‘little-people’ myths. I am totally astounded; flabbergasted; exultant. Makes me happy to be alive, now. I mean, so much is twisting and turning in the widening gyre, and as things fall apart we see that the center still holds. Sorry, young Yeats.
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So it makes the events of my life a bit more tame, in comparison. And that is a good, good thing. I forget how over-indulgent I can be of my own micro-hysterias. I am not usually given to stress, but today I roundly cursed (in full gutter-speak checkered with filthy name-calling and topped off with a screeching caterwaul) some other drivers on the road. It’s amazing how much one can be driven mad merely by the slowness of an aimless driver. But I am not justified: who am I to ruin someone else’s good good day only because I am irritated and unhappy in my little heart? I vow, from this moment forward, not to be a karmic drag. Enough investment in the very things I have despised for years: to think, I, unlicensed and unemployed for most of my life, feel road rage and stress about a job that– I should remember– comes as easily to me as breathing.

Pity me, oh jury of the gods. I am but a pilgrim who has lost his way.
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Well, for those of you who are interested, I secured the private studio from the Polish Housekeeper, Katarzyna. I move in my miniscule, monastic goods this Sunday. Of the many good things this location holds– privacy, semi-quiet, nice view– it is also closer to DZ Akins; perhaps this month, when I get paid for the insane hours I am working, I can treat some lost friends to a rueben omelet.

I have been offered a gazillion hours (and that’s a lot) at ye ol’ MMW for the upcoming terms. So I now debate if it will be worth it to live cheap, learn about the history of 1800-present (and, shortly after learning it, teach it), and save some money for my promised trip out of the country. I could play music with Tucker, finally learn to surf, or catch up on all my reading, or finally finish the next phase of the comic. I can burn every CD in the Sand Diego Library, and several of the DVDs. Sounds nice, I know.

But the other lands are calling…