It’s been a while since I was last here, in front of my once-beloved blank screen and blinking cursor. I haven’t written in ages, and I’m sad for this; as I look back over my blog this afternoon I realize how valuable this journal is to me. I’m sad that I don’t have the past two years catalogued and documented as well as the previous two. Oh well. I’ve been busy.

So much has changed. So much. Rereading my posts from 2004 and 2005 is a surreal activity; I can’t believe my situation was once so radically different from what it is now, and I can’t believe that I was so radically different from what I am today. The changes, though, are for the best, I believe, and I am happy.

Damn, I was a pretentious motherfucker. Dear God. I’ve chilled out a ton. Nowadays I rejoice in things that are blue-collared rather than blue blooded; I enjoy a cheap beer on the patio on a hot summer’s day and affordable clothing, and have adopted an attitude that is inclusive rather than exclusive. I think abandoning the pursuit of “poetic” writing for poetry’s sake will leave me with a lot less bullshit and a lot more substance.

I am back in school after my three-month internship at whirlpool, living in a dumpy yet charming apartment next to school with two architecture students. I’m seeing Ben, an industrial designer who also works at whirlpool and lives in Chicago, and I’ll see him in two weeks time at an Al Green concert in Chi town (I am SO excited. Al Green is, well, there are no adjectives. He’s Al Green. Enough said). I have yet to find a job and I am DEAD broke, but not too worried about it.

Thus is the status quo. Summer in Cincinnati is lazy, exquisite and full of subtle pleasures.