Travel ho!

But if anyone else calls me a "ho", I will not only slap you with righteous indignation, but also wonder about how well you really know me in the process.

Tomorrow begins trip #2 of 7 for this year. Tampa for my presentation at the annual Society for Applied Anthropology meetings.

My flight leaves tomorrow morning, and I haven't packed yet, so I'll end this post here.

David Sedaris sings Billy Holiday

How amazing is David Sedaris's rendition of Billy Holiday singing the Oscar Meyer theme song? Check it out on www.thisamericanlife.org and listen to the show entitled "Music Lessons" from 25 April 2003.

In my solitude

Billy Holiday's pitch is the perfect portrait of painful beauty.

So here I am, in my solitude. My body has grown in girth as to render a feeling of alienation from my soul. My spirituality is in ruins. For some reason, my intellectual pursuits continue in an unabashedly promising manner. This isn't to be a "pity-party" or some "woe's me" post. It's simply me venting a little bit. The challenge is whether or not I will actually post this. [I chose to remove details, but if you know me, you know what I'm writing about--or do you?] It opens me up, potentially exposing me to the eyes of the world as a the creature that I am: a timid, loving, scared being in a male body who is constantly either misunderstood or misrepresenting himself. Do I love myself, am I battling with imagined (not fictitious) notions of what I am, or still more confusing, is it both?