"on the road with kerouac"

i didn't actually have kerouac with me - either in book form or in the flesh (it's about 35 1/2 years late for that). i was on the road, however, and that's what really mattered. the destinations were victoria and vancouver, for no particular resaon other than that they were far, far away from here. i won't bore you all with details of rounds of golf in february, or concerts showcasing the best hip-hop dj in the world, or even the amazing weather, views, and people. i'll just say that i'd rather be there than here. that's not to say that home can't be spoken well of. it can. but after nearly two decades and a half more, staying in one place begins to wear on a person. it's amazing how much your energy-level can rise in only a week of being away. and it's equally disappointing how quickly you can lose the energy once you return home. routine can be a good thing, but it can also be paralytic. sometimes it's tough to tell the difference between finding your groove, and finding yourself stuck in a rut.

dizzee rascal said it best: "...when i'm gone i'm always thinkin'bout my hometown." but that doesn't mean i'd rather be here.

here's to you getting out of your rut, too,
if you find that's what's been plaguing you.
jh..

and don't be sleeping on the pictures, either.