#Dfw

Well last night I met

Well last night I met Erica. She came over to Dave’s place to help Mark dye his hair purple. She now has the unique distinction of being the first person I’ve ever met through the blog community. As always, whenever I meet new people, I was slightly aloof while I sized her up. Even though I had been reading her blog for a few weeks and had heard things from Mark about her I still really knew nothing about what kind of person she is in person.

Driving back from a great

Driving back from a great dinner with Andy, Mark and Dave at Glorias I was having a blast on LBJ heading west. I was accelerating with wanton abandon and weaving faster than the sisters of Fate. I wasn’t alone as another car and a motorcycle had recognized the great opportunity that the typically languorous LBJ presented us.

If I can’t drive my car like I’m in a video game, then what’s the point of driving.

Bigror, light of my life,

Bigror, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin. My soul.

She was Ror, plain Ror, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Rorie on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Bigror.

:) added for the V. Nabokov impaired among us.

Rorie called Mark today, I’m sure she meant to call me :) but the phone made it back to me eventually. They have openings for Vignette programmers at Southwestern Bell. She says she’s even part of the interview process and makes suggestions on who to hire. Could it be that my job woes have reached an end? I will have to take another look at my resume.

Cities must be alive. They

Cities must be alive. They seem to all have their own soul which represents some collective will culled from its people and their seemingly random activities. If each city did not have its own soul what would make Dallas different from Atlanta or Boston. However, cities aren’t just passive receptacles for the will of its people. The people in each city seem to get caught up in some sort of feedback loop with the city. Just as we change the city, the city changes us. I’ve noticed this the past few days since coming to Dallas from Huntsville, Alabama. The hopelessness and frustration I had in Huntsville has melted away as I’m caught up in the movement and the energy that is Dallas. I feel invigorated by my future possibilities again. As Dallas has changed me, how shall I change Dallas?