Something to Declare
just spent the evening hanging out with my brother and helmut. we were going to go to zeitgeist for our weekly schmooze, but it was too blicky out, so we just sat around, eating chocolates, and telling stories.
helmut says he's moving to brasil soon. this makes me pine for days of travel. i talk about sarawak and roti canai and the size of singapore. i say, 'well, maybe if i decide to leave the symphony i'll try to get a job at some podunk symphony overseas,' but i just don't know if that's my life now. i suppose i could reclaim it but perhaps it's time to live a different one.
i can't believe i've been home for four years. four years since i walked off the plane from seoul and the nice man at customs asked, 'do you have anything to declare?'
do i have anything to declare? man obviously doesn't know me very well...
right now i declare that i'm looking forward to dinner tomorrow. to the show on thursday. to watching ronan elijah and bluma yarden and zella ayellet grow. to making my chemistry experiment lamp. to waking up content. to dreams of far off lands with trees spaced the right distance apart to hang my hammock. maybe you're there with me? wearing a bikini top and a sarong, brushing the sand from the fine hairs on your arm. watching the waves roll in with your eyes closed.
i've also redone the links page. this isn't very exciting, i realize, but i didn't do it for you.
in the past week a few people have mentioned to me that they read this. that's weird. it's like singing to yourself in the shower and finding out that someone's been hid in the linen closet listening. if you'd be so kind, please avert your gaze when i scrub my hiney.
