"if man is five..."

After a few trips to Sendai and a killer Christmas party, I've now been holed up in my apartment a few days. I can't decide which is more exhausting. Sometimes information is a prison, and I am currently full up with things I can't blog about. So, how about another photo to creep you out for a while?







In the area of TMI:

So this photo, in addition to being rather cheerful to look at, takes me back a bit. It was taken in the old apartment where Courtney and I lived back in, what, 2003 or so. Michael will recall being the almost-third inhabitant for several months. I have written and erased some version of "good times" for this (current) sentence several times. The fact is, it wasn't terribly happy. But certainly an intense time for all involved, I think. Drama. I had my weird food-poisoning/lymphoma scare while living here. Also popped a question. That was pretty happy. Revisiting the relationship, I find I'm a bit scarred still.

That is to say: I'm really happy right now, and am having a difficult time trusting that feeling. But I'm working on killing that shit. This monkey's gone to heaven, man... soon anyway.


Further evidence that I'm settling in here: bought two region 2 DVDs, so I had to switch the format on my Mac. You can only do this a few times. I got Casablanca and The Fifth Element. Almost picked up Enter the Dragon, but I think that's one of those films that I would love to own, but would never watch. Pretty good beginning to the collection. Also, I was gifted Nevermind, the documentary of Nirvana's album. By the by, I'm looking for a copy of About a Son... or About a Boy, not sure what it's called, but as yet haven't found it. Ewan McGregor tapped to play Kobain in the bio-pic. Still deciding how I feel about this (while attempting to hide my disgust with the Colts by thinking about movies and pop-culture and old relationship garbage).

New Years Eve coming up. No plans. Hmmm... I'll get back to you on that one.