How an unchallenged suburban kid from WNY who grew up loving Star Trek, joined the University of Arizona marching band and enjoys ice hockey, blackjack, documentaries, non-fiction sections in bookstores, musicals, Harry Potter, discussing the philosophical contexts of Lost, the Hollywood Bowl and misses the Fairfax Farmers Market karaoke, has found that he belongs in Los Angeles.
Tuesday, June 08, 2010
Iceland here I come
My plane for JFK (stop on way to Reykjavik) leaves in six hours 12 minutes. I have been pretty much packed for more than 24 hours. I now fight the urge to unpack and repack.