Broadway the Hard Way, an Apocolypse

I haven't gotten any of the jobs that held promise. The jobs I've had have cost more than they've paid. My releations with women have beenan exploration of the many varieties of folly. And, worst of all, I am continually beset by technical difficulties. Thus provisioned, I'm packing into my old Buick LeSabre, and heading to New York to Make it Big in the Big Apple.

Which I've got to say is the beginning of a much more interesting narrative arc than "I just got a great paying job and I'm going to buy a condo."

While I wallow in this chaos that I have wraught, Tom is charging ahead like some kind of juggernaut. Quitting both of his well-established jobs, giving up a sweet deal on a prime apartment, and thinking about which books are really worth shipping. In Tom's universe, there are no difficulties ahead. Variables are analyzed, rational decisions are made. God bless him.

Numerous individuals have wondered at what binds Tom and I together as evidenced by our move. In the span of the past three days, both my grandmother and my aunt have questioned whether Tom and I are engaged in some kind of relationship that extends beyond the platonic. Maybe you're wondering about the same kind of thing. My relationship with Tom, in my narrative, was the reason for my coming to live in DC. I have grown in it. It is the subject of an entire essay unto itself, but it is not romantic. At least not like you mean. I know some people have a hard time with this, and that's OK. Being misunderstood leads to more art.

In the coming weeks I will settle in to a new place and find gainful employment to offset the staggeringly high cost of living in the city. Simultaneously, I will continue to work on some of my long dreamed-of but only recently begun semantic web projects at keepopen.com (but if you go there now, you probably won't get much for it).

It is an exciting time, populated with unknowns.

It is a sure thing.