After "stumbling" upon a MySpace.com profile and making comment on a cool blog, I rediscovered my old blog here. It's been over 4 months now since I last wrote. My last entry was hopeful. I was on my last temp assignment, and dealing with news of mom's cancer. This was before I started networking with editors and publishers, getting some interesting stories about musicians on paper. Now diy-music.angelcities.com seems like a distant memory, and I've even become nostalgic about the bands featured in two local magazines this month. Funny...

I've also been thinking about recent catastrophic events that have effected my extended family. A war. A hurricane. It'e been a tough time for so many people. And the rich get richer... The only thing that keeps me positive and moving forward is art and entertainment. Mainly music.

It's tough moving forward sometimes, even with listening and writing about wonderful (and awful) music . I feel so static, and yet as the deadline looms for another issue, I feel renewed. Maybe it's because I'm no longer comparing myself to anybody else, and no longer pretending to fit in - or trying to fit in the box. Now it's time to be myself and live outside the box - the social confines of race, sex and class - even when I feel like a hackneyed writer, or worse, a charlatan. (Sometimes I feel that I'll never be a true journalist because I really want to be something else.) But this is part of living a dream - when you start living it, it's not always what you expect in awake life. So now it's time to transcribe notes and tape once again and make something of this dream.

Yes, my life is still boring and I'm still a sedentary writer. Funny...