Into the Thick of It

The funny thing is, even though blogging is so damn easy, it's almost impossible for me to get down to it every day and post a new entry. I suppose Steven Pressfield would attribute that to "Resistance," his catchall handle for the personal inertia that keeps us from our true calling...which I presumptuously assume to be writing in my case.

It's summer now, and it always amazes me how it slips up so quickly. One morning, you walk out the front door of your building, and blam - there it is: the tell tale haze hanging low like some nefarious fog, clinging to the still wet concrete, promising sweat-drenched shirts and stinky sidewalks for all.

Welcome to the domain of the Kool Man and Mr. Frosty. A/C reigns, and doggies drool. It's summertime again.

Million Hombre March

Suddenly, there was shouting and chanting in the streets.

And there they were, thousands upon thousands of Illegal Immigrants, friends, relatives and sympathizers marching for amnesty. Songs not unlike soccer chants came up from the streets to our sixth floor window as the streamed by, so many that it seemed the buildings on broadway had lost their moorings and were slowly drifting uptown. As far as the eye could see, way past Houston to the North and City Hall down South, nothing but bodies unified in protest.

Personally, I'm not sure how this will all play out; whether it is right and feasible to simply grant immediate citizenship to the millions of illegals already living and working here in the U.S. But it was truly stirring to watch such an unchallenged moment of peaceful civil disobedience, a solidarity amongst Mexicans, Dominicans, and countless other nationalities bonded together in common cause, demanding rights from a government that has proven often reluctant to acknowledge or address the true needs of its citizenry.

Power to the People!

Nantucket Getaway

If anyone were to read these posts, it would seem that all I ever do is go fun places. If only that were so...

But, aside from melting my host's electric tea kettle on the open flames of a gas rangetop, I have just returned from a positively delightful weekend in Nantucket. A trip that happened to coincide with the NFL Draft and the famous Daffodil weekend....Draffodil Weekend henceforth.

Drinking, smoking, eating too much, laughing, hot tubbing, sleeping in late. Ah, the life of leisure. It's just so darn seductive...