So, far away....da da da...get it?

"So, far away. (that would be our "So") Doesnt anybody stay in one place anymore?" la la la. Oh never mind...my feeble attempt at humour is always a little crap. But the crappier the funnier I always say. Here's one. How do you sell a deaf man a rabbit? WANNA BUY A RABBIT? he hee hoho. Anyway...So, its so weird to think of you in Memphis twiddling your thumbs. The Dutch episode was some what funny...for me...I'm sure not for you. I thought you were going to finish your MA there...betta do it.

Let's see, what am I doin' ...Oh yes, Im tits up AGAIN...this time a suspected hearniated disc in my lower back. Im going for an MRI on Sunday...I think its something much less dramatic because when I take lots of drugs the pain goes away!! Ha ha. No really, one trip to the chiropractor would surely heal all...but the doc says 'No!' So, instead Im hobbling around like a granny while all my friends are out geting drunk and dancing on the table while I look on, wearing 'sensible' shoes. sigh.

My thesis beckons...oh dear. Perhaps I'll be one of those folks who takes 2 years to write it...I've actually given myself two quarters. In the meantime, I'm reviewing a hilarious book for the Sun Valley mag. Its called "The Mystery Guest" by Gregoire Bouillier. Its basically all inner dialogue and its great. Young man gets called, unexpectedly, by the woman who dumped him without explanation 5 years before. He thinks she wants a rematch but instead she is merely calling to invite him to a party to be "the mystery guest" for a photographer friend of hers. And that's all I'm going to say about that....

oh by the by...the photo is of me hiking in Hawaii ,before I went 'lame' (as we say in the horse biz)
okeydoke, better go
Fi