"Time takes care of the wound, so I can believe."

I miss my beautiful friend.

Jeffrey Scott Buckley
November 17, 1966 - May 29, 1997

I Work, Therefore I Don’t Blog

“So what’s going on with the blog?” I get asked tonight by a friend and fellow blogger.

“If your blog goes a whole month with no new posts, do they take it away from you?” asks another friend (who was unable to keep up with his blog, so I’m not sure why the pot can actually make fun of the kettle here.)

Writing is not something that I love. It’s not my go-to place when I’m going through a difficult time. In fact, it’s something that I rarely turn to in time of need. I see writing as my super needy friend – who, at the end of the day, I love – but hate when I have to deal with them. As a friend of mine once said, “I hate writing, but I love having written.” Bingo.

Let’s be honest. It’s a strange time in my life and career. Those of you who know me and get to see me/talk to me on a regular basis, already know this. I can’t/won’t go into details in such a public forum (for a multitude of reasons), but I really feel like I’m at the precipice of a watershed time in my life. I’m in line for the frigging log flume ride, and even though those fuckers at Disneyland told me it would only be an hour line – it is taking FOREVER. I have no idea where things are going to take me and that, to me, the person who product manages everything...is pretty much the definition of insanity! I trust and hope that everything will work out in the end, however it turns up. But in the meantime, I work my day job, come home, and work my “other” job. I get some sleep, get up and work my “other” job until it’s time to go to my day job. I stop into Bergin’s for a beer from time to time (where I also coincidentally pick up some additional work), and there you go.

So...needless to say, I’m a bit overwhelmed right now. But realize that I have a few “fans” whom are very vocal! So, to you – I say: “I hear you, and will try and do better.”

This blog entry is dedicated to Stretch Brown, one of the greatest dogs that ever lived.



(Anyone who was at my birthday bash at the Farmers Market in 2004 met him.)