I wanted to have a blog with well-thought out posts, but I'll just begin with a quotation from the movie I'm watching.

Rules? In a knife fight?!? No rules!

Maybe next week when I don't burn my brains out every day on natural gas lanterns, I'll begin writing like crazy. Since I moved, my fingers have stayed mostly still. I'm waiting for the day when I can really think again. By "can" I mean "let myself."

In the meantime, some observations:

1. The neighbors seem to be "doing it" upstairs. If my house were not over one hundred years old, I would have no problem with slight thumps on the floor. However, it shakes the whole house.
2. I fell in brief love today with a man who looked something like Mark Twain or a character from The Music Man. He was either a professor or an old southern gentleman (maybe both) in a blue and white pinstripe coat, all summerlike and seersucker. He asked intelligent questions about the lanterns, proving my one-month-and-leaving-on-saturday knowledge inferior, yet made me feel extremely comfortable while we discussed acid dips and stunning rivet work. If there's two things that often make me feel uncomfortable, it's acid dips and stunning rivet work. Anyway, I'm going to attempt to sketch a picture of myself as this guy but chances are I'll fail as I normally fail at drawing anything at all. A self-portrait, particularly of myself as an old man, probably won't work out. It won't work out.
3. My legs are covered in mosquito bites because there are probably no fewer than eight mosquitos living in my house right now.
4. A good part of my day-to-day thoughts involve the fact that I am old enough to have fucked up my life already, am young enough to fuck it up more, and too silly to know if I've actually maybe fucked it up already. How does one truly fuck up a life, I wonder quite often, and am frequently stunned by the fact that other people's lives are not my own.

How were those thoughts for a beginning? I am glad that I am not starting a "my life dating in New York" blog. If I had stayed... yeah. Anyway, expect something like this from now one, longer and less flightly than previous efforts.