Loading...OK, I admit it. Blogging still feels weird to me. For someone who likes to keep his plans pretty close to his chest and is so constantly pessimistic that he doesn’t like to reveal too much lest the evil eye glare upon him, posting updates about major life plans on the Internet still seems a little unnatural. When I mentioned to the intern today that I never use Facebook, because I don’t like putting lots of info about myself online, he looked at me like I just pulled out a Victrola and started playing the Greatest Hits of Mario Lanza. At any rate, it’s a little weird, but, nevertheless, it is the way of the world and, I find that once I start writing, I can get really into rambling through the thicket of verbal woods in my overcrowded skull and sharing my inner babble with the world. That is to say, the tiny part of the world that might actually give a crap.
Anyhow- it’s nuts. Everyday, a new exciting and sometimes terrifying facet of what we are about to do reveals itself. As I walk to Baja Fresh, I think- in four months I’ll be getting falafel in Tel Aviv. I flip channels late at night and think, I wonder what’s on in Morocco. I walk by Disney Hall and realize that before too long, I’ll be seeing the Pyramids. It’s like waiting in line for the biggest roller coaster in the park. You can’t quite believe that pretty soon, it’s going to be your turn to strap in and turn your life upside-down and every agonizingly slow step brings you closer and closer to hurtling over the edge into the wonderful madness of the world.
