Where Have I Been?

Well, let’s see.

I’ve been to five concerts—the Prine/Harris show was the best, the Drive-By Truckers show was the most rock‘n’roll, and the Ramblin’ Jack Elliott show had the best stories.

I’ve been bicycling about. Maybe you’ve seen me—I’m that guy on the old Lenton Sport, or that new Surly. They're both green!

I went to New York to see myself some of the game of base they call “ball”—the Twins lost (Boo!); A-Rod and Jeter both homered (Shocker!); the Mets threw it away (Double Shocker!), but Johan pitched (Nice!); Yankee Stadium should stay (it’s not—Sorry Ruth!) and Shea Stadium should go (it is). Lots of nice people were met.

I’ve been writing in my studio on Mondays and Tuesdays, and sometimes on other days. Sigh—writing’s hard and lonesome!

I’ve been drinking lots of beer. Yum!

A story of mine was accepted for publication in a book. Score!

I’ve been reading, but not like I should—certainly not as much as I did last summer. In my hands now is Junot Diaz’s new book The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, which is fantastic. Go Pulitzer!

I’ve been adding to my stash of sunglasses (You've got nothing, Mr. Sunshine!), but I typically only wear the one pair (see above). They just fit better.

And, well, that’s about it. Sorry it’s been so long.