Notice to Suitors.

If you propose, please do not buy me a diamond ring. Diamonds make me feel icky.

Insects.

Dead bugs are just as pretty as live ones.


A while back, Robin and I went to the Everglades and had a glorious time. We probably still have the mosquito bites to prove it. I've never before felt like my life was in danger from insects, but at one point they literally had us running away. I felt like Pooh bear running away from a beehive. Only I never got any honey.


If you have not been, please go visit. It will make me happy. The park is huge and beautiful--and it was nearly deserted. One of the visitor's centers is practically abandoned. It was wrecked in a hurricane a few years back and remains mostly out of use. (No restaurants or gift shops!!)



Most of the parks other guests were from faraway exotic lands (like Canada) and not from Florida. Except for the people with boats... I digress. My point is: it disappoints me that there are so many people from Florida who have never been to the Everglades. People who have lived here their whole lives.

As I find myself in this state a little longer than expected I've begun to think about these things--the culture, the community, the environment--of Orlando and of the state.

There are beautiful things here I think. If we appreciate them, maybe they will stick around.

Skydiving.

I jumped out of a plane the other day. It was quite nifty. I want to write a poem about it, but I am tired, so I will not.

It feels like it didn't happen.

I would be happy if I could wake up and jump out of a plane to start the day.

A few last words on Baker.

So, as per usual, I've been absent from my blog for awhile. Clearly, I am terrible at this stuff. A lot has happened. I've started writing a few entries over the past couple months. Each time I've thought better of it before posting them. I get started writing, and I think...well maybe the less said the better. I didn't (don't) want to place blame or make excuses.

But I wanted to write something still. What has it been really, but a learning experience.

I quit a job after the second day of shooting. Uncharacteristic, I know.
It was surreal-- the moment when I realized I was actually going to give up. I really wasn't expecting that.

I've tried to explain why it happened the way it did quite a few times now. I don't think the explanation has been the same twice really. I always wonder what the people on the other side of the situation say. What reasons do they give? Perspective is a very interesting thing. I will admit, my perspective on the whole thing has changed nearly every day. It's a never-ending philosophical conundrum.

Let it suffice to say, the whole thing was rather complicated in scope and just when I think I've got a handle on all the what and why, I think of something else and it's all blown to shit. Basically. Who the heck knows. (I totally just typed fuck there and deleted it. Damn gripping, turns me into a potty mouth.) Its nobody's fault, and its everybody's fault, and it doesn't really matter.

I am much happier now.