Louis Armstrong inspired me to this post. That intro to West End Blues.. it makes me want to play trumpet forever.

I want to talk about a lot

how facebook is a bothersome addiction, but I nice cure for homesickness

how nothing will really cure my desire to be home eating American/Mexican/Girl Scout junk. And playing with my puppy and kitty, and seeing my friends, and being in my backyard.

This was also inspired by my Mom. You should see her blog.. http://whatisee-baf.blogspot.com/

I want to talk about friends

I want to talk about how overwhelming the internet, and its abundance of options for keeping people updated, is, and how large amounts of options often confound me into non-action.

I want to talk about how I think a large scale life A.D.D. has prevented me from focusing on one certain habit/talent, instead being doomed to flitter about in a million different things, but I don't suppose I would give it up if I could, I can't really imagine doing so.

Did I mention I'm reading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance again? second time in a row. I need to get something new to read. Maybe I would like Atlas Shrugged, considering how into the Foutainhead I was.

I want my Mom to know I've connected more with Ireland here, and I want to fully encourage her to go, but I also want to go myself. I've experienced Irish music, movies, people, and drinking.

I miss my old job. It was a roller coaster as this one is, but it was a little more challenging in better ways for me. I want to do this teaching English abroad thing more too.

I think it's time to sleep. Tomorrow we venture for Busan for a crazy weekend, but I will keep in mind that it's in celebration of Buddha's birthday, which is a kind of funny idea for a holiday as it is (I'm not sure Buddha Gotama would really want his birthday to be commemorated, even if we knew when it was).

Well if nothing else, I think this was an easier to read blog. And it was good to write. And hopefully it will inspire me in posts to come. And I hate that these books are teaching the kids to start sentences with 'And' and 'Because.' It's almost as bad as the books teaching them juvenile lamb as 'kid' and the British books with it's 'Mummy' 'colour' 'tick' and so on.

I love you. Good night. or whatever time you're in, good one of those. and many to come.