When you exit the train, KEEP WALKING. Don’t just stand around blocking the entrance and looking stupid.

And another rule:

If you are old, and someone offers you their seat but you don’t want it, don’t stand right in front of the person who offered their seat. It makes me look like a jerk when you start stumbling around with your walker and your foolish pride, and people will think that I didn’t offer you my seat WHEN I DID.

sometimes ‘getting shit done’ takes different forms for different people and works within different time frames.

in your case, i think ‘getting shit done’ means figuring out what you want, how you want it, and where it will be, and that means trying different situations out until you find a fit and learn from your experiences. the point is you want something different or a change and probably the most important thing is realizing that and then thinking critically and clearly what that is for you.

myself for example:
sacramento
prague
sacramento
san francisco
sacramento
san francisco
prague
?

see, it ain’t easy.
i remember the first time i moved to SF and that dude from canadian parliament, something van der mei, coincidentally lived in the same building as i, and i told him how i just moved to SF and i was getting ready to move back to sacramento all within a week. we got onto this topic of location and it’s influence and we came to the conclusion ‘wherever you go, there you are’.

ya, i know it sounds kind of minimalist and zen, like ‘what is the sound of one hand clapping’. etc. etc., but there is some truth to it.

don’t discount your desire to try out other things and places; you have those desires for a reason.

but

don’t expect location to completely change everything in your life. sure, it can make for a strong influence and definitely it can be a deciding factor, it can be prohibitive or distracting or great and right for you and is subject to your own circumstances.

next time when we’re holding down the porch, i’ll put on my special hot pink jogging shorts for you.

my favorite dave memory was probably the time that the 3 of us got drunk at the Pied Piper, went back to the folks’s house and watched ‘the video’. that image is forever burned into mind.

i am sorry i didn’t see this sooner, but glad i did and glad to be reminded of the fun memories.

and i always liked dave because he liked it when i mocked you and talked in a retard voice.

and just for the record: i dumped my first boyfriend, he didn’t dump me! but it still hurt.