Looks like I’m trying to draw something, but I don’t know what:

See Wandering Savage, traveling from Morocco to Mali and onward, overland.

Oh my! I think I forgot to tell you. I have a new website!

It's called Wandering Savage.

Please visit!

Jay McInerney on post-Obama New York. 

Not sure you know this about me, or if you care, but this is my blog, so I'll tell you. Living abroad, for some reason I never felt any particular shame in being American, even when there were good reasons to do so. I grew up on the East Coast and moved abroad in 1996 at the age of 22, shortly after graduation. I never really thought I'd stay away for that long. Just wanted to see what was out here in the big old wild world and then go back to New York City. 

In fact I always said I'd be living in New York by the age of 30. Well, you do the math -- for whatever reason, that didn't happen. 

Over the summer I spent a few days in New York and it sort of occured to me that life is pretty damn short. Too short, in fact, not to be living in New York. And I was dumbfounded by how easy it could be: I could in fact just move there anytime I like, and live there as long as I like, for the rest of my life if I so choose, without ever having to worry about things like visas, paperwork, potential deportation, or anything like that. 

Shocking, I know. Maybe I was more dumbfounded by the fact that I was dumbfounded. This was not new informtion, but there's knowing and then there's knowing, if you catch my drift. 

Mom's a solid New England Republican who, due to breeding, could never physically bring herself to vote Democrat. I felt her wavering this year and gave her all my reasoned "good conservative" arguments for flipping. At the last minute I brought out the bigger guns: If both my parents voted for Barack Obama, I said I'd come home in 2009. 

Start packing your bags, they said. So that's the news. I gotta move back to the USA finally.

Today I learned that "skeevy" comes from the Italian word "schifoso" meaning disgusting, detestable, rotten, repulsive, foul, hideous, loathsome, distasteful, lousy, filthy. I did not know that.

Does it count as blogging if I just mention that I read this old blog post of mine and was really, really, really amused with my three-years-ago self? 

Three years! Man, three years is one of those things that just never feels like three years. Sometimes it feels like one, sometimes ten. (In this case, ten.)

Klára's website - Homepage

Holy guacamole! I just found out Klara, an old friend of mine, is climbing Mt. Everest. As we speak.

The truth finally revealed via Google's new news archive service: Prince William NOT circumcised. (For some reason, this blog often turns up when people do searches to try and find out.)