My Purple Patch

It is so cold out right now that Ice just drank a thermos of cofee to keep from freezing to death. Yeah, that's right. The substance known as ice, which is the solid state of H2O, personified as an entity, who I am calling Ice, just drank a whole thermos full of coffee, just so he wouldn't die in this 7 DEGREE WEATHER!

I have nothing interesting to say right now, so when that happens, I break out the nonsense or life play-by-play.

I just finished recording 12 of the songs I've written over the years. It was a Christmas present for my friend. It was a helluva lot of fun to make, and I think it turned out pretty well, considering I recorded it entirely on my tiny little MAC desktop using the Garage Band program. If anybody wants a copy, let me know.

I'm probably going to move out of my apartment this week, which is pretty fucking daunting, considering how much my last move sucked. I just have an awful lot of stuff for a poor bachelor. Sometime soon after I get my stuff moved out and stored in various places, I'm moving to New Mexico to work with my friend on getting the summer camp he runs organized into a nonprofit and on getting some grant funding for it. I'm gonna do that until August or so, when I'll more than likely be moving somewhere to start a PhD program (very probably, back to this very town).

I'm excited for the change of scenery and the barrage of weirdness that I'm about to undergo. I feel like Bilbo Baggins being hired by a band of dwarves as the official Burglar for a crazy expedition. I feel like Mighty Max, discovering that my baseball cap, embroidered with an M, bestows upon me the title of Mighty One. I feel like Santa Claus, finally finding the niche that God intended for me by bestowing upon me such a random assortment of super powers.

Indiana, my sweet boot-shaped honey pot, I will miss you and all your feminine mystery. Your vast expanse of gray nothingness between Indianapolis and South Bend will play like a movie in my mind as I lay at night, nestled in the vain-glorious and ostentatious mountainous splendor of New Mexico. I will long for your homophobia and religious fanaticism. My loins will demand your hatred of sensible public policy, and my heart will weep for your embrace of ill-health and mediocrity. My dearest love, our short recess from each other's embrace will seem like an eternity in the hottest chambers of infernal torture, but we must endure, for our passion is holy.