rain rain go away.

well, maybe don't. i mean, you can stay out as long as i need to stay inside working. which is all day today, and well into the evening, and possibly tomorrow.

rain, that gives you carte blanche (or carte grey, in your case) to beat down and coat as much of the city as you feel like in soppy, sloppy puddles. so, go nuts.

not too terribly much to report of late. april is already well on its way. there was a trip up to 190th street to see the cloisters on a windy, medieval saturday. we noticed a russian couple doing a sexy photo shoot by the columns - an odd place to posture and preen, but less surprises me these days.

there was a day of sunny patios and sunburn and slowed down conversations. there were more friends passing through town, more new discoveries and fun evenings and random encounters. there was an ad party up on 29th street, with kegs (kegs?) and old skool hip hop beats, like pharcyde's 'passing me by'. very possibly should've passed that party by, but i suppose it was an interesting socio-cultural experience. later, i looked around and noticed everyone was either getting high, or getting low on the dancefloor. that was my cue to leave.

and there was work - ever-surreal work. lately it feels like a sitcom, without the laugh track - but i guess we all laugh enough to cover for the lack of canned giggles. after all, what else is there to do, really?

and already we're nearing may.

may, of course, will bring a marker in the passing of time - my 30th birthday. as i leave one decade behind, i will hopefully also leave this irritating way of faux-philosophizing about everything. not that that sort of bad habit goes away with age. if anything, the quirks and irks become more defined. but enough about that.

here's to another 10 years of pitter-patter to the accompaniment of the rain's splitter-splatter.