Slog

we've been home for two weeks now.

returning to america has been like going out for milk and coming home to discover that nine months have gone by.

anyone want some milk? it's a little sour.

people keep asking me how it feels to be back. i have the same answer to that question as to the one about how the trip was. good? bad? strange? itchy? expensive?

mostly i'm happy to see friends again. to check in. to take a nice steady look at san francisco and realize that i'm just not ready to set up shop here again.

i mean, it's hysterical here and everything, but watching drunks duke it out on the 49 over the denunciation of wetbacks only amuses for so long. after that, it's back to work. and as happy as i'll be to fill in temping at the symphony this summer, i don't think i can face the prospect of working there full time again.

this leaves me with the question of what the hell i think i'm going to do in new zealand? it's either get a job, start a business, or hope my wife decides to go into bio-chem.

i have a decent business idea but know nothing about business. i could apply to work at WETA -- it seems they're recruiting animators and if they're recruiting animators, they prolly need some support staff, too? i could try and return to the life of a freelance tech writer by learning ruby on rails or whatever the kids are using these days to make the web all purty. i could also try and get some part time gig to keep my end of the money coming in while i write up this sci-fi novel that's been in my head for a few years.

it's about very dense people.

it's not autobiographical.

i wish i could say i'm relaxing but it honestly feels like i need to stress out first, then start relaxing. i hope i'm 2/3 of the way through the stress out. i suppose i'll let you know.