Homecoming.
In the middle of July my father had a heart attack. I grabbed a few shirts and pants, my trusty laptop and my camera and set off driving from Austin TX to Albany NY. By the end of the first day I had made it to Memphis TN. At the end of the second day I had reached Albany. I drove because I didn't have the time to wait for a sane price on a plane ticket (2-weeks usually). My father came home from the hospital (thank goodness).I had lived in Austin TX for the past four glorious years of my life. I completely love Austin. I had planned on only staying in NY a few weeks to see my father through his immediate health problems. The first day there I did some modeling for fast ca$h, and landed a promotional job giving away lighters to smokers at bars. 0 to surviving in 1 day. Vrooom! Vrooom! I quickly made friends, went on dates, and dusted off some old haunts that had been hibernating in my hometown memories. I asked around for good jobs, and soon I landed a job doing quality assurance for one of the profitable dot coms in the "Capital District". (Albany / Troy NY)
I have neglected writing or updating this site for a long time. This is my attempt to make everything right and fresh again. I will touch on all the significant developments that have a clear ending.
Kiera
I met Kiera on Friendster and had a whirlwind romance. My heart moved more strongly than it had in a very long time. We did cute little domestic things, rocked the bedsheets, ate fancy food together, and dreamed of future plans. The bliss degenerated about a month and a half after going steady. I brought out a monster in her - and I was all too willing to compromise. I accepted what was dealt, and I was amazingly content until the very end. I told myself that I was "riding out a storm", but that storm never subsided. My emotional state was wrecked for a good month afterwards. I kept making friends and working the job and I was able to grow through it. I learned of passion and reason, a truer understanding of strength, and how dangerous clever girls can be to love. The end.
The Fuze Box
The Fuze Box is Albany's answer to Austin's Elysium. Every Saturday night they have an 80's night that makes my life here livable. I get there at 11:30 and dance heavily until 3 or 4, when I am a heaving exhausted dance-beast drenched in sweat and hopped up on endorphins. I met a rad girl there too. That story, however, does not yet have an ending.
Professor Javas
I was aghast to find a lack of free wireless internet access in Albany after tasting Austin's complete saturation. I did something that I rarely do. I walked outside, dropped to my knees and pleaded with god almighty to alleviate my plight. And so I pleaded, and so it was done. Professor Javas just got free wireless internet access. Hooray! Now I have no excuse to not neglect you, faithful website-y readers.
B.R. Finleys
When I first drove into town I poked my head in to an old middle-aged dive bar that my childhood buddy Jon used to frequent. To my great surprise there was an electronic music show being set up. I walked up to one of the guys with a stylish haircut setting up a keyboard and zoink! - wouldn't you know it, he was from Austin. The first person I talked to upon pulling into Troy NY was from Austin. It turns out that I had seen him perform with A Roman Scandal three years earlier at Ruta Maya coffee shop.
This homecoming has been incredibly spiritually rewarding in a very short time. Lessons have been being flinging left and right. Love, hard work, family responsibility, rediscovering an environment, making new friends, the stress-relief of being gainfully employed, and withdrawl from the narcotic cultural bliss of Austin that kept me hopped up on fresh and funky art, music, culture, and the best people I have ever known. Sigh. Can you tell I still miss it dearly. Austin, ascii hearts go out to you. <3 <3 <3 Continue Reading…
Posted by Administrator on Nov 30, 2003