Boston

I made it to Boston to see lil sis graduate with a masters in education/ Im so so proud of her.

Every year boston seemes more and more like a mythical place i used to live. Its not real. Every year i know fewer and fewer people from there. Sometimes i forget i used to live there...

But alas i got to see some people. My friend from church who now has a daughter and another good friend from high school who is moving further south. I spent most of m time with my family, went tofilenes basement and it was closed! so much for that little excursion. but i was able to get to macy's and score a pair of shorts that fit me.
So i call this trip rather successful.

Life is good, my hours at work have been reduced, but im not trippin. More freetime for my little secret project...

And i iwll be back with more pictures....

The View from here

Aww libraries, the one place i could stay for hours, reading shit i probably shouldnt have been reading. Checking out newspapers from all over the country. I used to read chicagos paper every week while i was in the 7th grade, imagined i was living there, though i had never set foot in htes state. I was also a big fan of the microfiches/ microfilms that were housed in the basement of the Boston Public Library. I knew every corner of that library and half the staff. I miss that library, it was my second home, my teacher and my friend...

Well time to do my job, ill finish this later...

I just found out that there are news librarians

This has been the highlight of my day. I mean ive heard of news archivists but i can do my job in a newsroom. Of course im sure this makes absolutely no one excited but myself but what the hell its worth mentioning...

Good weather, i'm less stressed

Rode my bike to job two, though my dad would have been very disappointed at me for not wearing a helmet... Its a nice 12 minute ride on what i call the bike expressway, a little trail that runs underneath the marta tracks...

I want to make some new friends this summer. Still have yet to figure out how to make that happen. I am so very antisocial, its painful. I dont think i realate to people well. I want friends- no actually i want some one to go with me on my off the wall adventures. People saaay they'll go, yet when i call them they're not as interested. Or the thought of spending alone time with someone scares the shit out of me.

I guess i just want company. Someone interesting who listens to me. I get so lonely. I wonder if loners ever get lonely.

Aww but i wont dwell on that. Friends do show up in the most random of ways. Usually when you least expect it... I hope that happens.

Oh yeah,- the secret plan is back in action YAY!

Being ahead of your time is overrated

People say that shit like its a compliment. Whenever i read about someone being ahead of their time all i feel is sadness Because what their really saying is that- you have great ideas but were just gonna stay comfortable and lazy. The world isnt ready for you. But if the world isnt ready for you, who is? Who can youre friends be? Who would take you seriously? Someone you dont know 10 or 15 years after you are dead. Who is there to validate you or let you try out your new ideas. I wonder if its like being in a stalled car knowing the gas station is a mile away and closed.

If only, if only people cooperated.

I wonder if its comforting writing something and knowing that in the future, youre work will be celebrated or referred to as classic or genius? I would think not. But perhaps it is...