Oh Livejournal, this is the longest I've neglected to post anything in here in our nearly 8+ year tenure. and look, I'm marrying someone I somehow met through here maybe 6 years ago? Yes, crazy meetups. those crazy times. this crazy place and that crazy history.

I constantly think I'm evolving out of the need to use this medium. migrating to facebook, twitters, iphones and the real world. I'm not sure I know anymore either.

Today's walk to the train was blustery and cold. The wind was whipping my nose and numbing my ears; it felt like home. I suppose I thought it would be warmer in New York, in the vaugest sense of the word warmer- perhaps perceptable to me, having endured the 1/2 mile walk to Buffalo State in 2 feet of snow and negative degree wind chills. However, cold is cold- and cold it was.





Also, for those of you who haven't heard- Katey and I are officially domestic partners. Health Care benefits, and hospital visitation rights for all; tax breaks for none! She's still job hunting, but in the interim, at least we're both covered now. That is good news. The best part is when she finishes her book and has to relocated to San Francisco for business, I would get unemployment because we're domestic partners...! (though again, this is only really recognized by New York City government, and her benefits are taxed, which gets me feeling a bit indignant about the status of equal marriage rights)

I'm heading home for the first time in 6 months next week. It should be fun to see how things have changed back at home (and how things probably really haven't). I do miss my family (and Buffalo) so it will be nice to at least stop home. and then driving Katey's car back will remind me of the "open road"- which I do admit to missing. Though it will likely be too cold to stick my hand out the window and really appreciate the wind rushing at me at 70.

Prioritization is the hardest part. There's so many things I want to do, but I can't accomplish them all at once. That's for sure. I need to slow it down...

"We [would] rescue the jobs, the savings and the ability to get a loan for each hard-working American," said Rep. Louise Slaughter, D-N.Y."

No, the right to a loan is not an immutable part of being an American. Every American does not need a loan. Fuck the government, they clearly don't speak for us. The part about loans that everyone wants to ignore is the paying back part.
who's paying it back? the Young.

So we've made it- school begins tomorrow. I find myself having so many stirring and fascinating thoughts but never have anywhere to write them down. It's as if having the notebook with me keeps the thoughts at bay.

our apartment feels more like a home- we have all of our furniture, some art on the walls, someone outside is blasting N*sync in their car stereo.

My camera cable is hopelessly lost, so I have a ton of awesome pictures from my first 3 months here, but no way to put them online. Alas!