My last day

It is my last day of work for the San Francisco Mime Troupe. In one week I move out of my beloved house and three days later I leave this city.

How strange. I am so looking forward to the things that are coming next and yet I am heartbroken thinking about leaving.

It is a cold morning today (what happened to that heat wave?) and I feel a bit like those little fog fingers have gone all into my stomach making things feel empty and lonely.

I never have been very good at leaving places behind.

stuck in my head

Our country

You know what I love about America? It's so damned unified. We can all put aside our differences and solve important issues. We are not interested in muddying the facts, pleasing large corporations, or distracting each other with sensationalism to slow down progress.

Here here, America - you prove to the world how great we can be.

New Tricks

Oz Farm here we come!

September!