Catch a bull at four

I am starting to feel like a painter who can never sell any of his work. (as long as he is alive, that is) Working in the blog vacuum, listening to my voice echo into forlorn and cavernous cyberspace. Hey I know, people have lives, don't really have time for what my friend Doug Garn in New York characterizes as my mindless rambling. So I will hereby as of this moment stop caring if you read or respond to my daily blog offering. See if you don't miss my witty entendres and crisp razor sharp insight. I'll show you...

I had an opportunity to put ads up on the site again this week but jerked them at the last second. It looked crass, they might even follow the scant readership around and institute some draconian form of editorial control and you know we just can't have that. And I don't need the money ( do I dare say that in this current economy?) I don't even have a hit counter but have received messages from a diverse and steady stream of readership and I thank you for your support and forbearance. Ricardo in Thailand even told me that the writing is getting better and you know how hard it is to get a compliment out of him...

I actually got linked to on the Crooks and Liars website this week. My lost sister in Virginia e-mailed me that she was suitably impressed. I like Crooks and Liars because I like Howie Klein putting music on the site like I do on this here blast.

Its been a bitter week for Leslie and I. Her father has been diagnosed with Acute Leukemia and has been moved into hospice so we have been making daily trips to San Diego. One of the fastest progressions they have ever seen and we are probably talking weeks. Neuropathic pain in all extremities and in and out of coherence.

Its sticky and icky out, kind of feels like Chicago and I woke up grumpy. I have to leave wednesday for Albuquerque and Santa Fe for too long a trip and my guitar playing sucks right now. I have to find a way to kill a week in between the shows. My space at the ethno show is a little bigger than a shoebox but I should shut up because business has been really good and I need to learn to chill.

Just came back from the lab for a pro time blood test and I am waiting til I get back from the trip for the dreaded cholesterol check as I do not like the Statins - they mess with my body.

I started a new food blog and a dining blog with a bunch of friends who plan on going out to nice restaurants periodically www.avopigs.com

I am in the market for a new laptop but will probably wait for the new macbook release next month as I think they are going to get cheaper. I want to be able to write on the road.

People tell me I look leaner after my two months without red meat but I still cant recognize the porcine blimp I see in the side profile in the mirror. It's like seeing a picture of the misshapen back of your head or hearing a recording of your voice that sounds like a foreign impostor. Who the hell is that fat pig? Leslie mentioned last week that vertical stripes were not appropriate at the moment because my gargantuan stomach is causing the verticality's to go convex.

I think I am close to needing a real vacation. If I come to Thailand, Shawn, are you going to ignore me?