Whoa, sorry about the delay in getting new posts up. Now that I've started on a new, less-addictive blog site, I haven't been on quite as much. Time to rectify that, and in order to do so, I'll post a brief gallery of RAZR photos documenting my somewhat quixotic modern life these last few days.

Let's start at the beginning (of the lapse):

Got a temp job at Creative Artists Agency last week. They plopped me down at an agent's assitant's desk and said "Dance, Monkey, DANCE!!" And dance I did, with rapid, staccato steps and a broad, sweaty grin. I'd never worked at an agency before, let alone handled an agent's busy schedule. I had to learn how the ins and outs of that machine worked very quickly since I was getting phone calls and emails out of the blue that made zero sense to me without context.



This is me in my monkey suit. I've never worked a job that required me to wear a tie until this moment. Last week, I learned how to tie a tie via the internet. My fav's the Pratt knot. Never quite mastered the four-in-hand, which is a less-complicated knot that comes with a far higher probability of crookedy-ness.

After work on Friday, I decided this monkey deserved a reward so I treated myself to one of my favorite treats.



Tokyo Yakitori! Udon noodles, fish cakes, tempura squash, and teriyaki chicken equals one happy monkey.

After casting my corporate accoutrements aside, Heidi and I ran for the hills . . . the hills that disappear into the ocean!



Yes, Big Sur sang its siren song and we capitulated, and no, I didn't take this picture with my RAZR. That was my other camera. We slept in the back of the jeep (aka The Beastlet) on Saturday night, which was fine except my knees cramped. This has never happened to me before, and made me think that I'm developing a "gammy" knee that'll help me tell when bad weather's a'movin' in ag'in, Maw! Unlock th' celler! The cramp-ed knees gave me strange dreams; I dreamt I was the US Secretary of State during a massive national crisis which required the entire cabinet to sleep in the Oval Office. We were forced to sleep wherever we could find room (under the desk, on a couch, in a chair, on the rug . . . anyplace that didn't already contain another sleeping member of the upper echelon. I got to sleep under the desk, and wouldn't you know it? My knees were cramping. [Live Audience: "oooooooh - hahahaha!!] This woke me up, mostly relieved that I wasn't, in fact, the secretary of state but still perplexed about my knees. As dawn cracked nearby, we finally figured out that sleeping in a pike position allowed us the most comfort.


When we finally arose, we were greeted by the sounds of gulls crying and sea lions barking in the distance. Lovely. We drove and took photos and enjoyed each other's company and the beauty of the coast. Simply gorgeous. Here's the sunset from Saturday night:


Now that's not bad for a RAZR photo, if you ask me. More to come. Always more to come.