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this writer’s life: Crazy Crazy Crazy

According to my previous blogs, I was scheduled to be in Las Vegas by now. But due to a couple unforeseen developments, I will be in Arizona for another week. And because of my newly acquired status as “couch surfer,” I’ve had difficulty getting Internet access. On the bright side, I just discovered Word Press for my cell phone (www.m.wordpress.com). For the next week, please excuse any and all typos.

art: Arizona Backyard Header

In honor or today (the last day I am a resident of my rent house), I have posted a new header. Ironically, it’s a picture of the backyard in my previous rent house.

Gotta finish packing before the new tenants arrive. Oh and I made $77.17 selling my CDs and DVDs, while I only made $17.75 selling my books. Does this say something about the base values of our society at large or instead reveal the ragtag nature of my ex-book collection?

About the photo: Nothing spectacular. Think it was a point and shoot digital camera. But the flowers are pretty.

this writer’s life: Less Than a Week Left in Arizona

This is it, folks. I’m about to sell all my books, DVDs and CDs. It’s really over now. After they’re gone, nothing much will be left of my life here (well, except friends, family, and a 14″ color TV that nobody seems to want).

I’m pretty sad to say goodbye. But this experience has taught me that stability is an illusion. At every moment, the world as we know it is in a state of flux. Even when it seems like we’re sitting still, the earth is spinning, oribiting and cruising at very fast speed across the universe. So, the best thing a writer can do is ride the current of change instead of swimming against it. For me, that means I still need to let go of a lot more useless crap before I move.

art: The Goodbye Arizona Header

This header is my homage to the beautiful, bland suburbs of Arizona. Yes, you can blame the green lawn in the foreground and the forest of non-native palms for at least part of global warming. But isn’t the picture pretty? Don’t the palms make a nice silhouette against the desert sky? And aren’t the retro-hipster houses cute? Excuse my nostalgia, but I leave in about two weeks and my emotions are getting the better of me.

About the Photo: It’s about three years old and I don’t even remember what camera I used. The only photography advice I can give today is to wait for “magic hour” and then snap away. (Magic Hour is the time of evening when the sun is at the horizon and everything turns gold. Rumors say that Magic Hour also happens at sunrise, but I’ve never been around to find out.)