Just Cause I Can

Haven't done any of these in a while:

You Are a Crocodile

You are incredibly wise and knowledgeable. In fact, your wisdom is so deep that it sometimes consumes you. People are intrigued by you, but you find few people intriguing. You are not a very social creature. You are cunning. You enjoy deceiving people a little. You are able to find balance in your life, and you can survive anything.

What Reptile Are You?

You Are a Chocolate Shake

You are a total hedonist. You are drawn to pleasure. You are an expressive, over the top person. You're naturally dramatic. You're the type of person who always chooses quality over quantity. Life's too short to not have optimal experiences. You're proud of being picky.

What Flavor Shake Are You?

The Storm Before the Calm

Sooo...what's been going on? Not much, really. Getting married, buying an apartment, moving out, moving in. Shot two national spots last year, appeared in one play, working on a cabaret-style show, cut my hair (though I need to get it cut again now, funny how hair keeps growing).

That's about it.

It's sort of funny how all the New York bloggers I keep tabs on fell silent all at once, as if by some prearranged signal. Are any of you guys out there still? Drop me a line if you are. Or have they moved on to Twitter? I'll admit, I took a look at it (and might play with it if I pick up a phone that can type stuff a bit easier), but the one thing I was left wondering was: how do you find streams to follow? Maybe there's a magic button you get if you download it that shows you people's streams.

And then, really, do I want to be Tweeting? It seems so pedantic, so very much like this, which absolutely terrifies me.

In some ways, I suppose this is the same trend that's been going since the evolution of the modern novel (Woolf, Joyce, Proust, et al); the elevation of the everyday. But when you're fed a steady diet of the mundane, your soul hungers for more; it hungers for the epic, the struggle, the black and white. Where are these stories? Perhaps truly great epics only come along once a generation, or even less. Perhaps this explains the Harry Potter explosion, a story which I would not necessarily refer to as great, but one which is decent and entertaining, and certainly has many of the hallmarks of an epic (aside from 200 some-odd-pages of, "They're in the woods...they're still in the woods...there's still in the woods...nope, not out yet...OMGIT'SRONNOWTHEYCANLEAVETHEWOODS," which I suppose is comparable to, "Frodo and Sam have made it to Mordor...it's really hot...there's nothing to drink...they're really tired...and hot...and thirsty...now they're tired, hot and thirsty...man that ring is heavy...OMGHAIGOLLUM," but I tend to flip really quickly through that part, too).

On that note, I think that this is something I will be trying out this year.

I suppose I will flesh out some more details of my news at the top of this post another time. If I feel like it/get people asking about it.

Still Alive

Books? Who reads books?

1. Love in the Time of Cholera, Gabriel Garcia Marquez
2. Falling Man, Don DeLillo
3. The Best of H.P. Lovecraft, H. P. Lovecraft

I'll try to be more interesting tomorrow.