Time for catch up.......

I guess the good news is I actually have a life again. I can't lie, the job loss and the end of the elections this winter threw me off. I actually operate best on little sleep and lots of projects, so it has been rather hum-drum for a bit.

And FYI--I LOVE my new bar. It is my dream bar. Laid back crowd, good tippers, Wu-Tang on the jukebox.........it is heaven. So, maybe we have to put up with a couple gunshots down the street, but, sadly, becoming city-fied over the years has just made that one of the factors of being out in the night.

And, I am eating up a project I have started to help with relief in Darfur. All factors taken in, I hope to leave for Chad in early 2008. I am organizing two events, but as it has been my passion to help for the past couple of years, it is consuming me the more I get involved. I will post more about that though as venues are secured and I have a list of locked-in speakers for the first event and DJ's for the next.

And lastly, is it bad if you have been on three dates with someone and have fallen asleep on two of them? He actually asked me if I was using him for his furniture. (He does have amazing furniture, I admit). Screw the getting to know each other, I am apparently all about catchin some z's! He must think I am horribly engaging at this point.

Shelter.....some more

"This large and sunny 6th Floor Renovated 1 bedrooms apartment located in a beautiful pre-war elevator."

I am hoping this is a misprint, but that's not an apartment, that's an elevator.

Midterms and me.....

I do not sleep very often. This sentence is a regular of mine. I like to stay up all night. I like to write while the world sleeps. However, I have tried so hard for so many years to define "my voice" that it is now virtually impossible to shed in term papers. I have somehow linked everything from Ricky Ross to Nigerian oil to state sovereignty to Aristotle together in what may be the biggest political kaleidoscope of a paper ever written. This is definitely gonna be a love it or hate it grade.