Lovely late afternoon sunlight streams in on the desk I’ve occupied for close to six years. I love being a secretary, it really is sad. Although now, this is my second job…mornings I report the news. I still love coming here every day, to this lovely 2nd floor office with big windows…one of which is conveniently to my left, letting the nice sunlight in.

Going home today, I will probably want my camera–i’ll pass the harbor and the light is just beautiful right now–maybe tomorrow I’ll remember to pack it when I leave home.

I’m really attempting to stay motivated to go to the gym… go home.. grab clothes.. go again, but it’s so hard when my day begins at 3 am and I’m going going going from 5 am until 5 pm. I always feel better after a workout.

I recently purhcased a beautiful new camera, a Canon 30D which is a lovely, lovely,  lovely digital SLR. I’m attempting to get a photography business going, but so far the   only person that’s responded to my ad on Craigslist is some dude who wants me to take   naked photos of him which, quite frankly, i do NOT want to do. So that’s where that stands.

Seeing as it’s about time for me to eat dinner and pass out, I’ll leave you with              some  photos.

While in Savannah, my brother and I  started discussing urban exploration. It began when he said “Pop is one of those, you know, urban explorers.  Our father, right now, is a carpenter working on renovating historical buildings in Savannah. He’s spending his time these days helping to rebuild this 3 story monstrosity downtown, built in the late 1800s or 1900s, if I remember correctly. He took me through the building during my vacation. It’s completely gutted, but this is a house with a huge winding staircase, complete with casket corners, a fireplace in almost every room, INCLUDING THE BATHROOMS, and even an elevator and dumb waiter. But that’s not the urban exploration part my brother was talking about. He said a few weeks earlier, he’d been touring another one of my father’s renovations when my father spied a nearby rooftop and said, “I bet we can get up there.” So bearing no mind to “no trespassing” or “employees only” signs, my father found a route to the top, simply so he could check out the perspective.  This simple act brought back memories of my childhood, when we’d take walks every Sunday. This was during the big Cape Cod construction boom of the 80s, when neighborhoods were going up everywhere. Every Sunday, we’d find a new development to traipse through. I can clearly remember the smell of freshly poured and cured concrete, the sawdusts on the framed-out stairs, imagining what the house would look like when it was no longer a skeleton.

In the course of my discussion with my brother, I  touched upon the urban exploration communities that I frequent online.  I recently sent him some choice photos from those communities, which he, happily, enjoyed.

It was nice for me to be able to share something I enjoy with someone like my brother.

I forget sometimes how alike we really are.

Only in Boston could the city be practically brought to a standstill by the AQUA TEEN HUNGER FORCE.

Yesterday, the city was up in arms after four ”mysterious devices” were located around the city. Roads were closed,  people were evacuated, traffic jams ensued, the bomb squad was called in…. all because little lite-brites of Ignignokt and Err were set up around the city to promote the new ATHF movie.

I mean, come on people. Yesterday at the gym I was glued to Fox News, watching their coverage of this “bomb threat”…curious as to what it was. I learned that Turner Broadcasting was behind it somehow..but it wasn’t until I got home and my boyfriend showed me that I knew it was just the Aqua Teens.

What kind of world are we living in…for real???

Here’s the Boston Globe story.

I’m a 30 year old woman. I live on Cape Cod–that’s in Massachusetts for those of you who don’t know. It’s a glorious and difficult place to live. My family relocated to Savannah, Georgia about two years ago, I frequently fly down to visit them and have a great time. Here I am.

Earlier, the beach was deserted. That’s how it is this time of year; gone are the bright umbrellas and beach towels, gone is that man that really shouldn’t be wearing a European style bathing suit, really now, gone are the mothers and children and teenagers. Today someone is solitarily sleeping to the east, curled up near the dunes, jacket over the head. For a brief moment I’m tempted to do the same, but I walk on. I’m the only other one there. At the shore the waves break, gently, it’s the south side after all, seaweed and shells wash up with each small swell. A piece of driftwood loaded with long green tendrils, a faded, torn aluminum can. I scan the coast for beach glass before I remember it doesn’t wash up here anymore. Years and years ago, along a similar beach just a few miles down the coast, she walked into those waves, and never came back.

To live a life based on sensory perception, on innate instinct, somehow i need to sate myself, but this isn’t the way. Life, or the life that’s been created, is far too complicated to bother with the needs that boil up from the soul. But in squelching those needs, we are crushing ourselves, crumpling our souls up like yesterday’s newspaper, and letting them sit in silence and darkness at the bottom of a trashcan.

This is my family.

They are, without a doubt, the most amazing family in the world.

I landed in Savannah on Wendesday of last week. I spent the next five days with my family, from amazing family dinners at my parent’s house in Ardsley Park to crazy drunk nights running around the streets of Savannah with my sister and her friends.

To all my Savannah family and friends–thank you so much for an amazing time and I hope to come back soon. I’m planning on April.

For now, I’m back on Cape Cod.