Maybe I'll get more out of my head if I write when I'm supposed to be working.

The office has left Old Town Pasadena and now I report to Burbank - spitting distance from the Burbank airport, across the street & railroad from the Fry's. The campus is great with too much good food everywhere and many a fastfood restaurant currently being built. Thank goodness there's a gym and the company will pay for my health club membership.

It's still a little bit... something to have to work here. It's almost certain to be not as good to work anywhere else with regard to benefits and creature comforts but the main reason I'm still thinking about job hunting is the damned commute. I plan to take the rail but the consumption of time nearly balances out the consumption of money required to keep my car fueled. Conscience-wise, naturally it's better to take mass transit which then does battle with the lack of convenience in said transit methods. There are other more philosophical things that are really just personal problems. I'm unlikely to escape having them in any other place I'm likely to find work.

So anyhow other things range from fine to fabulous, minus the lack of theatre in my life. That's such an old line you'd think I would just knock it off. No art since college? Give it up. Grow up.

I don't know. Things still occur to me in the rubric of staging, reframing, showcasing the human condition by running and rerunning our words and motions again and again, thinking somehow, we're getting closer to The Truth.

oh well.

LOVING living in Long Beach. Rocks so hard to have everything at hand including fresh air for anytime I want to take walks. Though I actually feel a teensy bit more afraid walking around in the LBC than when I took pre-dawn walks in Koreatown. Kinda wacky, but I've been feeling a bit more mortal lately. Probably tied to growing up. Anyway I try to aviod walking outside very much after dark when alone. For that I picked up a stepper exercise dealie, and it certainly means business.

I've enjoyed the last few weekends there with a tiny group of friends ever so much with a few excursions into LA for the sorts of things you can only find in LA. (One of everything, I'm telling you.)

Fabulous: Seeing a guy who rocks harder than Tool on speed, is sweeter than Coldstone ice cream, and is radder than a neutron bomb. };>