for i am but a burning tumbleweed, lost in the desert.

Los Angeles, California

hi.

i'm here for my audition for the films?

right over there?

perfect.

***

so i wanted to have, Sacramento, CA, and maybe even another, San Francisco, CA, but, life has a funny way of getting IN the way of, blogging...

and speaking of... i don't know what i think of blogging. i do know that i think i like just writing my e-mails better... they are (normally) not as frequent, i get, "in the zone," and, it's like i think of no one and silly words pour out of my fingers and ZAP! words are sent and you are forced to read them, or, ignore them, or, curse them, or...

blogging seems like this weird pressure. knowing, that less people are reading this (i assume) than the e-mail list... it's like when (if any of you still do) you go to write a letter, and keep putting if off because you think in the back of your brain that it's going to take you forever to write that letter so you never quite, get around to it.

this is the dance of the blog.

plus, blog is just a silly, silly word.

i guess it's fitting.

***

so i'm in LA, blogging?

yes.

let's get this over with and go engage in life.

which, gives me a side note: prior to this i've never been engaged in the blogger realm, and i have checked out some "blogs of note" over the course of the involvement, and i came across this woman who was writing about... her day off. she called it something... i think it's in some blog somewhere...

but she is "plugged in," to the point that she decided to perform an experiment. for one day a week, she was going to shut off the computer, cell phone, her digital medial library (ok i made that one up), and, disengage for that day.

she's going to do it for 52 weeks.

she was on the frickin' today show.

all, of these people were responding as if they too could relate to this new religion...

makes me shake my head about our evolution... think of the days of sitting around the radio... my grandfather's generation, not, so long ago.

kind of sad.

send me a text, we'll talk about it...

***

so i went to Sacramento last monday, say my friend Todd who used to work at the Minnesota Daily with me, he was the editor that pushed for my Above the Ashes 9/11 project... an 8 page color insert by the way... my swan song at the Daily, which, is really where i learned to be a working photographer...

i heart the daily.

but it was really, good to see him. he's a reporter at the Sacramento Bee, lives with his girlfriend Lisa, a columnist at the paper (read inter-office romance... well, that started on the kickball field), and they are a great couple.

Lisa loves to cook a big end of the weekend meal.

this one, consisted of: grilled leg of lamb, mashed potatoes, capresi salad, asparagus, AND home made blueberry cobbler, with, cool whip, picked up by myself and Todd, at the store.

it was a night of never-ending conversation... well, it ended when we went to bed, but, it was really a great night, and the next morning, we went to lucky's cafe, learned that one shouldn't date a correctional officer (our waitresses advice), and that i can eat more than Todd.

We then did my first interview for the project. Todd was nervous. it was cute.

then, todd interviewed me.

i had stacked my answer.

;^)

and so it begins, and, needs to continue.

i think blogging is for the twilight, and the day needs to see my face.

today is only yesterday if you let it be...