Wander- and Ramble-ings

More snow is upon us. The night is quiet save the intermittent hum of the furnace. There's a dog curled up next to me in about as small a ball as one could imagine a 42 pound mutt getting himself into.

It's 11:11 now... but you know that won't last. And it didn't. My body feels tired in a good way... the fierce cold of the weekend pushed me towards taking a couple days off from running and instead relying on the gym and a Bikram yoga session for exercise.

My head feels as at peace as an insomniac's head can feel after the hour of ten o'clock... meaning I think I'll sleep well tonight, which would make two good nights of sleep in a row... which would be nice.

My refridgerator is stocked with the spoils of a successful trip to Trader Joe's... a week of healthy food and drink.

Jon Voight is a Republican? Weird.

i think i'll write in lower case letters for the rest of this entry... i hear all the cool kids are doing it. it does make me feel much cooler. as cool as the other side of the pillow. i've been looking out my window tonight hoping to see a ufo like the one that's been sighted in texas. the word texas looks weird without a capital t. i haven't seen a ufo yet, but i'm going to keep looking... faith is a strange thing, certainly it is (in paul simon's (the musician not the former senator) words) an island in the setting sun... and quite possibly also in the rising moon. one of my friends described kobe bryant as an "aging rapist." not sure why, but that strikes me as one of the funniest things i've ever heard. i've decided i really like the foo fighters. i feel like steven wright right now. only with more hair.

love, jbg

Gimme a k.

Word. The published one, that is.

Love,
j. goodkin

Not Going Anywhere

Naked walls and threadbare clothes Quiet nights and silent ghosts The windows breathe, the tile's cracked The faucets leak, the silver's black The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere To the east, the waters break And memory gives what sorrow takes To the south, the buildings rise And sorrow means that we're alive The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere To the west, the river flows Into the darkest hour we've known When promises were taken back Beneath the moon and railroad tracks The light has gone The light has come And I'm still here The light has come The light has gone And I'm still here I'm not going anywhere

jbg

2007 In Review

And the review for the year 2007, is just a two word review... "Shit Sandwich."

Okay... that's not real. You can't print that... and it's more than a little unfair.

Let me try again... "2007: the writing was strong but the production sucked." Hmmm... better, closer, warmer... That's the thing... 2007 was such a complex year that reviewing it in anything less than about 10,000 words just won't cut it.

And I'm not that committed to analyzing it here and now...

So... I will just say this: 2007 had undoubtedly the most difficult times I've ever experienced, both directly and indirectly. It was the most challenging year of my life... and just when I thought it was on a smoother path, there were some unexpected bumps... like the year was about a week too long.

But... mixed in with all the challenge, with all the crap... were too many stars, too many diamonds to just call 2007 a Shit Sandwich and be done with it. There were too many laughs mixed with the tears, too many triumphs mixed with the sorrow, too many connections forged among the breakups... and too much healing within all the heartbreak.

So... my final review of 2007: "I laughed, I cried, it was better than Cats."

And here's to 2008... for all the promise, all the plans, all the adventure... I'm ready.

love,
jbg

Eve

love, jbg