Pat Robertson.

Tens, if not hundreds of thousands of people die in a terrible earthquake in Haiti. It’s the kind of devastation that the country will likely take decades to recover, if it even recovers at all.

And this douche bag blames the devil.

I hope he rots in hell.

 

So, it’s only just a matter of time.

A matter of time before we all have to completely disrobe before boarding a plane, and then remain naked until after landing, where we’ll be able to re-robe in some chamber just off the jetway.

After the attempted bombing of a flight from Amsterdam to Detroit, the TSA has instituted new rules that basically say you have to remain in your seat for the last hour of the flight, and you can have nothing on your lap – no food, water, books, computer, or sex toy.

I don’t see how these new rules will make a damned bit of difference. they are ill-thought out, ill-conceived, and just plain stupid.

Flying is soon to be a thing of the past. It just won’t be worth the hassles anymore.

Dear Old Friend,

Once again, I apologize for abandoning you. It’s been a hectic few months, and I finally seem to be settling in.

You’re probably vaguely aware of the tumultuous Autumn I had. I’ve mentioned it to you briefly, and discussed it in detail with one of your friends. I’m glad to have put that past me. There are still some pangs of pain here and there, but mostly, all good.

Then, of course, you know all about my relocation. I left NYC. I moved to Texas. It’s quite a change, but so far it’s been a good one, and a very exciting one.

Don’t worry. I won’t go weeks without saying hi to you anymore. I promise.

Catch you later this week,

your pal,

Seth LaPod

I’ve been everywhere, man.
I’ve been everywhere, man.
Crossed the desert’s bare, man.
I’ve breathed the mountain air, man.
Of travel I’ve had my share, man.
I’ve been everywhere.

I’ve been to:
Woodside, Sunnyside, Teaneck, New York,
Brunswick, Philly, Edison, Newark,
Cherry Hill, Chester, Aberdeen, Elkton,
Baltimore, Manassas, Woodbridge, Richmond,
Greenville, Charlotte, Niceville, Atlanta,
Destin, Montgomery, and Opp, I’m a killer.
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Sorry about the lack of updates. i’ve been in the midst of driving from New York City to Ft. Worth, Texas, via Richmond VA, Greenville SC, and Niceville, FL. more updates after i get settled in Texas, but, I’ve been everywhere man.

…i made a somewhat off-handed comment in one of my blog entries.

While the blog itself was just a “hey, i’m still here, sorry i haven’t updated in awhile” kind of post, i did casually say “I feel restless. I’ve wondered  before if my time in NYC is coming to a close. It’s home, but sometimes change is good, right?”

Just under a month later, my ex-girlfriend told me she was moving to Australia to see if there was a relationship to be had with the guy she stayed with for a few days. The next morning, my landlord told me that due to a family situation, he would be needing my apartment.

That was the moment where I started thinking about where I would go, and a few days later – despite the fact my landlord’s situation was suddenly less dire and i could keep the apartment – I started seriously considering Texas.

A few more days of weighing the pros and cons, and I had made up my mind. Oddly, just over a month after casually musing that it might be getting on time for me to leave New York after more than a dozen years here, I did, in fact, make that choice.

In just over two weeks, I hit the road, and within a month, i’ll be settling into my new apartment, in Fort Worth, Texas.

Much like the Giants-Patriots Super Bowl, I am faced with a moral dilemma as to who to root for in this Yankees-Phillies World Series.

As a Cowboys fan, I loathe the Giants. But, I also loathed the Patriots that season, as their fans acted like winning the the Super Bowl was their birthright, and it was not something they needed to earn. For that hubris, I decided to root for the Giants. I watched with my friend Dave, who is a die-hard Giants fan, and when they won, he was in near-tears, and I knew i had made the right choice.

For that reason, I am rooting for the Phillies. This is a city that NINE TIMES has lost more than 100 games in one season. This is a franchise that has LOST OVER 10,000 GAMES in their history, and has the worst winning percentage of any of the original 16 pre-expansion franchises. They are, for all intents and purposes, losers.

Meanwhile, Yankee fans have acted as if their team should be wearing World Series rings, even before the team clinches a playoff spot. That kind of hubris galls me, and the look of failure and sadness when they don’t win, will be schadenfreude perfection for me.

So, go Phillies. Beat the evil empire and show them that they play the games on the field for a reason.

i guess i was too busy wrapping up some loose ends in the real world, and forgot about you, my poor blog.

well, i’m back, and life is in motion. World, you are my oyster. but for now, Texas, you are my destination.

Three weeks from today, i will load up my car, and start driving to Texas, where a new life awaits. Greener pastures, more opportunity, and a signed lease await me.

T, for Texas baby.

it’s going to be really nice to see the sun rise tomorrow. I am looking forward to it, anticipating a sunrise in a way i haven’t in awhile.

it’s going to be a bright, bright, sunshiny day…

sometimes, a few words, make all the difference.

I look forward to the next chapter in my life. it is exciting, it is scary, but mostly, it is next. and new.

The future is ALWAYS bright. i believe that with all my heart. no matter how dark the present might get for some folks, no matter how bleak the future seems, i firmly believe that ultimately, what’s ahead is light, and there is always something to look forward to when change is forthcoming.

the weather gets cooler, the leaves change color, and the world continues to move forward.

I often wonder about sadness. deep levels of it.

I have seen two former partners, both now good friends of mine, through times of depression when they were very sad. I’ve been dealing with it myself on and off for years, but for me, it seems to be set off by a particular event, like the loss of my job or the loss of a girlfriend. But because those are singular events, something else usually happens to snap me out of it before it gets too awful.

But it often takes months, and doing some of the simplest day-to-day tasks seem daunting and difficult.

It’s hard for me to fathom the depth people get to when they are truly, truly depressed, and decide they cannot continue living with such deep profound sadness, and instead of getting help, they end it all. i struggle to comprehend that depth.

I’m current watching another friend get sucked under, although I don’t think it’s anywhere near as bad as the above paragraph. The crushing weight of debt, of starting over again after a decade of marriage that ultimately did not work out, and just the simple challenges of everyday life have that person struggling to get out of bed every day.

I do think for many of us, sadness is something that is just beneath the surface.

Life can be so competitive, so challenging, so daunting, that I wonder if humanity isn’t quite wired for the levels we push ourselves to. In simpler times, we cooked, we cleaned, we explored. we worked together.

now, it seems just the opposite. Those tasks that were once the cornerstone of our lives, now are pushed to the wayside, and get done when they can be fit into the schedule. and we work against each other it seems. While ultimately looking out for number one is important, too many people have no problem kicking, clawing, and attacking others so longing as it gets themselves ahead of whatever warped goal they’re trying to attain.

I don’t know where I’m going with this. I guess it’s just random thoughts rattling around in my brain right now. Perhaps I’ll revisit this later, because I don’t know that I said much of anything worth a hoot here.