Missing in action, my apologies. Nothing much has been taking up my time. Maybe some bad television. O.k., bad television goes without saying. I love it.

Three weeks ago in celebration of my birthday, I left NYC for a little vizi to Florida. It was warm and comforting. I was in Gainesville, home of my Alma Mater and several of my close friends that are in various stages of their life there. The impending move, the biding of time, the channelling of energy towards a focal point. I also got to see my Brother and his family as they live close to the 'ville.

A week ago, I went to the Bring 'Em Home Now concert at the Hammerstein Ballroom. It was most amazing. Here was the line up for the eve in order of performance:

  • Steve Earle
  • Margaret Cho
  • Fischerspooner
  • Speakers: Susan Sarandon and Cindy Sheehan
  • Devendra Banhart
  • Moby
  • Peachers
  • Speaker: Chuck D.
  • Rufus Wainwright
  • Speakers: Veteran of current Gulf war and an Iraqi doctor w/translator.
  • Bright Eyes
  • Michael Stipe with Joseph Arthur, James Iha, and 1 Giant Leap

Needless to say, the concert was amazing. It was the first in a national tour, so if it comes around to your town: SEE IT!

Let's see. What else? I am addicted to making mixes on iTunes, for my iPod. I am constructing detailed characters and narratives. Perhaps I'll share them sometime.

The Middle Ages

Today is my thirtieth birthday. Three-zero. I haven't had a zero in my age for ten years. This will take some getting used to.

This post was originally titled The Final Countdown and was originally planned last week to kick off a series leading up to today. Alas, I did not motivate myself enough to write an entire series on the end of my twenties, but here are some thoughts on what's going on:

  • The end of ones twenties/beginning of othirties usually sparks dread and cognitive avoidance. However, I have been looking forward to that end and the beginning and have been thinking of it actively.
  • Most of my twenties felt as if I were waiting for my life to start: it will happen when I move out of my parents house; it will happen when I finish school; it will happen when I find a boyfriend. Lots of waiting and what I thought was suppose to be what life is did not happen.
  • But it did happen and what a pain in my ass: moving, finishing school, dating.
  • I'm not under the guise that my thirties are going to be perfect, but it seems like it will be a lot less of a pain in my ass.
  • It seems like people will take you more seriously when you are in your thirties.
  • I've always found men in their thirties most attractive and now I am one of them (ha, ha!).

Now that I have dodged through my twenties, I can start my active middle-aged lifestyle. Happy Birthday to me.