yesterday, as i sat down for a sandwich at the ravenwood cafe, i had a bit of a loveburst for my little city. the ravenwood is new transplant in staunton, and the best way i can describe it is what i imagine edgar allan poe's kitchen would be like - a little dark, but very southern, yet progressive, as well.

anyway. i have such acute aches for new york sometimes that they are practically physical. but now that i have been in staunton for a year and a half, it's found its own place in my heart, and i love that.

i have "my" things in this town now - my routines and places and things. i've realized this sense of belonging is crucial to my comfort in, or with, a place. when i poke around at celebration!, the owner asks me how my crazy german relatives are doing. when we greet the door guy at clocktower, we talk about what's going on with big boots. i order my usual at blue mountain without glancing at the menu. i have my nice little artsy movie theaters, my crunchy veggie-friendly grocery, my favorite route to walk at the park.

i might not wear a staunton, VA shirt with the feel i'd have advertising my brooklyn pride across my chest, but at least the idea of wearing that t-shirt doesn't seem quite as foreign as it once did.

i try to keep my postings on this side of appropriate, but i have something to share of questionable taste. please, let's not make a fuss out of this.

1. a couple of weeks ago, i came across the best craigslist ad ever. ever. it came through a delicious link in my feed reader, before you go asking what i was doing browsing the houston casual encounters. this post was so good, i emailed the link out to a bunch of people.

but it wasn't enough. it became a huge topic of conversation among most of my friends and i had to go back and save the posting out to a pdf to ensure i had it in the future.

and now, i will share it with you. seriously. best ever. but it is a a bit graphic and def not safe for work. so tread carefully. i'm looking for a jo bud with a twist (m4m) [pdf].

2. you read that yet? your mind blown? ok, so kurt doesn't think this is real. john and i think it's about as real as it gets. either way, it's mind blowing.

but then last night in the car with mike, john, kurt, roxy and i, heading into the city, a new topic was born:

could you
a. j.o to helen hunt?
b. on 'mad about you'?
c. watching it on tv?
d. when any of the golden girls walk in?
e. in person, not into the scene on tv?
f. and would you stop after they made their entrance?

we were in tears, laughing so hard.

yes, we are a tasteless bunch.

but seriously — j.o.ing into a tornado? man, that is rad.
but no gay stuff.

this is one of those posts where i don't really have anything to say, but i start typing anyway. i haven't really wanted to post about things going on my life lately, so im trying to come up with other subjects to post about. my life has consisted of a lot of work, not much sleep, and a lot of personal issues which i don't feel comfortable writing about on the internet. so… i'm posting about??? birds. i'm really into birds lately. the way they fly, the way they look, flying in general.
i had a dream the other night: i am walking down a brooklyn street. feels like it could be park slope, carroll gardens. then cop cars come screeching in from all directions and stop at the corner that i am walking towards. they get out of the cars and draw their weapons. a gun fight ensues with whoever is inside the corner store/apt building. i stop in my tracks and crouch down by a garden apt entrance to hide and dodge any flying bullets. this goes on for awhile and i realize i am not in any danger really. it seems the cops have killed or captured whoever was posing the threat and then people are walking the streets again like nothing happened. i emerge from hiding and that is the end of the dream.
not sure what this means or could mean. a friend said that it could be a struggle between my subconscious and conscious mind. ego vs. id, etc.
maybe i just need to get more sleep so that i can remember my dreams. i went to bed late last night at 2:30am and awoke again at 5am. i lie in bed at 5am and wondered why i was awake. considered getting up. but didn't.

i have not yet hooked up colleen and jason's radio in this house, so ive been listening to itunes for the last four days. in this case, a lot of radiohead, catpower, tom waits, the faint, beck, snow patrol, yo la tengo, and travis. hip hop gets played once for every three playlists i listen to. i dont know why the sudden drop… i guess i dont need to get hyped for anything (like staying awake working late-night on a project) like i do in school.

i went for a run today. this apartment is near the marina and so ive been running along the water. it's so beautiful… both bridges are in view as well as the presidio and the transamerica building and alcatraz. i'll try to post some pictures soon. i know it's pretty mundane to everyone in san fran, but as an outsider, it's nice. it's kind of like when id run by all the monuments in dc and the georgetown crew team in the evenings. those were my favorite nights in dc…

i hope this works this time.

it is friday night, 10:30pm in new york city. i am not going out, nor am i doing anything productive tonight. i am staying home and installing and playing this game. let the geek fest begin.

goatbirds in a wooden city.