Yeah, so I sort of fell off the face of the earth again. It happens from time to time. Been spending more time in reality than in the digital ether, or with my head tucked inside fantasy of some sort or another. The reasons why can’t be completely expressed here as of yet, but some drastically life-changing options have presented themselves to me in the past 10 days or so. As soon as I’m able to, I’ll give you all the full rundown.

In the short term, this past weekend out at Camp Bisco IV was certainly needed. The four hour drive to Van Etten, NY gave me much time to think and sort out the insanity of the week. I have a ton of pictures and video clips that I’m still trying to sort through for posting over at The Outer Edges later tonight. Of course, photo and video gathering wasn’t the only productive thing I did that weekend. My laptop was in tow for the purpose of offloading said visuals from said camera, and many a time over the weekend I found myself working in Photoshop or with a text editor. The surge of creative juices (among other things ^_^ ) helped me to blast through some infuriating mental blocks I’d been struggling to bypass for months. Maybe it was just the free time I had on my hands at 4 in the morning — who knows. Anyway, the results will be shared sooner or later.

Same as it ever was.

It’s way late/early in the morning as I write this and the birds can still be heard among the mix of traffic outside my windows. I guess they’re on the same screwed up sleep schedule as I am. Nice to know I’m not the only animal stirring. Then again, I’m hopped up on caffeine and outrageous work deadlines — no clue what their excuse is.

Saturday night was a rather good one. The sister and I headed out to catch Modest Mouse and Camper Von Beethoven play in Philly. The former was the objective; the later a very nice surprise. first show for me at the Electric Factory as well. Will have to make a point of visiting the venue again — quite a lot of character to it. Pictures and a full recap at the link above.

Here’s hoping and praying that I make it through the week ahead. A lot of that all depends on how this work night ends and the day goes tomorrow. Around mid-week I should be fried to a crisp and full of self-congratulations. Then comes the weekend, Soulive and Antibalas, then some camping with the extended family in the wilderness of Pennsylvania. Guess I should air out the camping equipment I just tossed in my trunk in my rush to get on the road after Bonnaroo.

Oh, and chatter from the old High School graduation class picked up last week with talks of 10-year reunions and has put some out of touch peeps back on the radar screen. Life is full of surprises, I guess.

Well that was fun.

Bonnaroo 2005 is in the books, and once again I managed to survive all the excitement and make it back in one piece. The making it back part was more amazing to me as I had to manage driving through white-out conditions in freak thunderstorms during the 900 plus mile solo road trip. That part will soon fade into memory, but the fun will live forever since I managed to take lots of pictures.

Today has been a slow and sweltering build-up back into the regular routine that is my life here in Weehawaken. By the look and feel of things, I think it was actually cooler in the deep south this past weekend than it was here in the big, bad megalopolis. Temps in the 90′s when I left, and the same stale hotness upon my return. Guess it’s about time the throw the ol’ AC into the window so I can work in semi-comfort.

Now to sort through the 300 plus emails waiting in my inbox. Even some dealing with my *gasp* 10 year high school reunion. Damn, how time does fly.

The title may seem a little strange, but I’ll be damned if it isn’t the truth. Ever since I got my hands on that G4 tower and rearranged my desk to accommodate it, it seems like dozens of other little nick-knacks and objects have now fallen into proper cosmic alignment. With that one addition I now have gained back precious square footage from clutter. This is all the better, because before I was going slightly mad trying to figure out how to rearrange things.

Between my possessions and the floor plan of my apartment, there are very little arrangement options that would work. My constantly breaking bike is the only little snag remaining to be taken care of, and I’m thinking that an investment in a folding bike is coming as soon as I get my next paycheck. It can’t be any worse than the piece of crap I use now, and if it does break down, it’ll be a lot easier to haul back home. My first ride of the season was probably the last on the ol’ Mongoose Wal-Mart special. I’m just glad I decided to head along the Jersey City waterfront so when it did break down I could at least take the light rail back home instead of having the walk the whole way.

As for the rain alluded to in the title, it was actually quite nice after being crammed shoulder to shoulder with all those other jamming Brothers Past fans at their Rocks Off cruise show. This is probably the last show I’ll get to see before heading down to Tennessee for the ‘roo.

The rest of the weekend is pretty packed, so expect to see some more reading material appear soon-ish.