A Casual Glance At Where I’ve Been (Also: Yams)

So I'm eating a delicious, buttery, salty garnet yam right now and I'm going to go ahead and blame any recent fault in my life on it, and its kind. By its kind, what I reference are those objects and experiences, edible and otherwise, that so distract from introspection and writing thereof. I at some point became so involved in my actual life that I was unable to document it with any detail or length. I'm going to have to guess... this happened in Costa Rica.

And now, I'm trying to write but all I want to do is keep on taking bites of delicious yam. I have so much to say, so much to consider and share. Since I moved to Seattle, every year I have lived has felt like the most momentous and significant year I have ever lived. Every day I live feels like the saddest or happiest or most boring or most average day ever in my whole life. Especially when I eat yams. I'll let you puzzle out what emotion they most draw forth from my belly.

I have been eating quite a bit and that has been occupying quite a bit of my time. Today, Brooke and I ate Ezell's Famous Chicken for lunch. And then I threw a disc and ran and did agility and I came home and drank a protein smoothie and ate a burger on wheat with avocado, feta, spinach, grilled onions, and a fried egg and now I am finishing a huge ass yam for dessert.

I get sad when the yam flesh is all gone so then I think to myself, "Well, I'll just eat a little bit of the skin," but then a few minutes later all the skins is gone, too. Oops.

My freelance web development work is going far too well. I don't feel entirely financially secure but I certainly feel like I have too much work to do. I have been recently enjoying waking up sometime before 6:30am and starting productivity early and hard at Victrola. Sometimes I work until 3pm and sometimes until 5pm. I am producing in quality and quantity and beginning to feel that deCielo Creative Collective is gaining real credibility.

The counter to my work productivity have been Twitter and, to a different but no lesser extent, Facebook. I made a unintentional shift this year to more casual media for production online. Specifically, I stopped writing blog posts and started Twittering frequently and I stopped posting "fine" digital photographs and instead uploaded frequent life shots from my iPhone. And I do not intend to suggest that these less involved offerings are useless. Some of them are essential and true and beautiful and some of them are friggin' perfect and hilarious.

But I do value the long posts I've written on this blog, the gems about tomatoes or running or life & death or Styx. I take pride and joy in looking back and knowing what beer I was drinking on the night of January 9th, 2005. I suppose the refinement of my writing skills is not so bad either.

Truly, I would like to excavate memory and sentiment from my sister Nicole's wedding to Mark in Oaxaca. I would like to share with you my trip to Italy with Dave. Folks, Whit and Claire got married: I am now officially a third wheel to a MARRIAGE. This is serious, and I should be writing about it. In a perfect world, I would have already written somewhere between 1 – 100 pages on this season of Lost (IT WAS SO GOOD).

So, I will do it, however difficult and slow the process of writing and documenting proves. I will make sense of these fateful three years (possibly with a timeline!) and I will speculate and hint at the changes approaching. For now, I will sleep because I finished eating all the yam skin.