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Vegas, baby, Vegas!

Exactly two weeks after my scheduled departure, I finally left for Vegas. The friends who attended my “Goodbye Arizona” party two weeks ago were decidedly confused when they continued seeing me around town. It was almost as if they wanted me to leave just because my presence no longer made sense in their mind.  Well, they finally got their wish. I arrived in this neon paradise last night, just in time to go grocery shopping with my dad–a quiet entrance, to say the least.

The question remains: Where do I go from here? Who long will it take for me to make the move to LA (or wherever the wind happens to take me)? And how much should I unpack?

this writer’s life: Movin’ Right Along

In honor of this week’s journey from LA to Phoenix to Vegas, I give you the lyrics to one of my favorite songs from my childhood. If anything characterizes my life now, it’s these words of wisdom and encouragement as sung by Kermit and Fozzie while they drive to Hollywood to seek their fame and fortune in the classic example of fine cinema known as The Muppet Movie.

“Movin’ Right Along”

Movin’ right along in search of good times and good news,
With good friends, you can’t lose,
This could become a habit.
Opportunity knocked once, let’s reach out and grab it,
Together we’ll nab it.
We’ll hitch-hike, bus, or yellow cab it.

Movin’ right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
Gettin’ there is half the fun; come share it with me.
Movin’ right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
We’ll learn to share the load.
We don’t need a map to keep this show on the road.

Movin’ right along we found a life on the highway,
And your way is my way, so trust my navigation.
California here we come, that pie-in-the-sky land.
Palm trees and warm sand, though sadly we just left Rhode Island.

Movin’ right along, hey, L.A., where’ve you gone?
Send someone to fetch us, we’re in Saskatchewan.
Movin’ right along (doog-a-doon, doog-a-doon)
You take it, you know best.
Hey, I’ve never seen the sun come up in the West.

Movin’ right along, we’re truly birds of a feather,
We’re in this together, and you know where you’re goin’.
Movie stars with flashy cars and life with the top down.
We’re stormin’ the big town.
Yeah! Storm is right, should it be snowin’?

Movin’ right along, do I see signs of men?
Yeah, “welcome” on the same post that says “come back again.”
Movin’ right along, foot-loose and fancy free.
You’re ready for the big time, is it ready for me?

Movin’ right along
Movin’ right along
(repeat to fade)

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.

blogosphere: Found While Moving

I found this website written on a loose post-it in my junk drawer:


Now before you go thinking that I’ve taken my love of music too far, this website was part of legitimate research. It dates back to the article I wrote for Racket Magazine about famous groupie/writer Pamela Des Barres. You can check out the finished article in the “music” section of my portfolio.

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.

books: Sacrificed to the Gods of Moving

I love books. I have a lot of them. They make me happy. But not today. Today I have to say goodbye to some gems before I even got to read them. This makes me sad. I want to cry. But I am moving. So I have to let go. The only consolation is the promise of reading them for free at some future library. This blog shall help me remember what I sacrificed. Please see widget below for list.