and you ain't there...

And everyone in Balencia gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. Race, taste and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.

should i?

to blog or not to blog...now that is a question...

i mean...it's kind of like talking/writing to myself or talking/writing into the void only this void is on the internetz

maybe i should finish writing my dissertation on this blog...that would kind of cool

or not.