dearly departing

i'll be incommunicado for a few days while we head out to michigan, at a point in my project when i really can't spare time away from work - which makes a trip all the more delicious, like a little nip of your mom's kirsch brandy when you're 10 and your parents are occupied with dinner guests (my mom thinking, as she reads this, all this time, i thought it was your brother!).

but who knows, maybe i'll decide to make some posts from the midwest - i hear they have the internet in some benighted places. road trips seem to inspire the best of bloggers, and maybe i'll feel compelled to make some reader's digest-worthy 'life in these here united states' posts. we'll see.

it'll be nice to have a brief respite before things get really crazy. i'll lose my eye twitch just in time to come back and develop a new compulsive reaction to stress. and boston commuting, i won't miss you at all...reached a new nadir the other night, when a whiskey and marlboro-soaked blue collar guy sat next to me and proceeded to give me intellectual fodder for mass executions of the dumb, poor, dirty and drunk throughout this great nation. snippets included 'i sure like to lay women,' 'wait till i roll over on my ex boss and get that m-f-er locked up, sure as hell i been on the wrong side of the law myself,' 'tonight i had to tell a woman i love so much that i'll never see her again,' 'i ain't in no mood tonight, when that conductor comes back i'm a gonna show him a thing or two,' and 'you got a fella? you sure are purty. come and visit me in florida.' all this with his intermittent pats on my arm and scooting closer, totally violating my poor backpack. ah, boston. as much riffraff as the south, but better supported on my tax dollar. and they all sit next to me.