Day: November 18, 2012

This is going to be the second post. The first one wound its way into the digital nowhere after I accidentally clicked the wrong button. The first one spoke of dangerous levels of alcohol and how that, sometimes, leads one to dance at country bars. I suppose it was really a brief rumination on inhibitions and why we have them.

Humans spend an intense amount of time trying to separate ourselves from other mammals. It is as if wearing clothing and toying with fire isn’t enough. We have to set folkways, mores, norms, as many rules as we can to legislate our behaviors and maintain some communal sense of right and wrong. Of course, rules are made to be broken and in every country I’ve heard about there is a place where those rules are suspended. Las Vegas holds that place in American hearts, which is how I wound up doing the Cha Cha slide in a country bar.

We need these structures, supposedly to avoid backsliding into chaos and caveman behaviors. I guess we just don’t trust ourselves with the idea of not having boundaries, much in the same way I don’t trust my kids around a plate of cookies.

Some Thoughts:

1. It is odd how injuries become en vogue. This year everyone in football is getting the lisfrancs injury. I had not heard of that injury prior to this year. I wonder if it even existed?
2.  I want a Galaxy SIII… and a Playstation Vita. Not really on the Vita.

On two separate occasions I have hit for $100. Both times I collected $0. The joining thread? I didn’t spend enough credits to get the prize. Vegas is like that. It is also less of that writer’s getaway than I imagined. Though only in day two, I am not seeing much of an opportunity to tuck myself away and be the writer. I have had the time to be the guy who stumbles back to his room half-awake only to write a post that numbers 36 words. That took me fifteen minutes. True story. I was asleep for 14 of them.

I am enjoying Vegas, enjoying time away from responsibilities, and enjoying the chance to just be around writers. I had occasion to speak to Sherman Alexie today as well as one of the Lost Boys of Sudan. The thread between the two is as clear as identity discovery. Both are also tremendous authors who speak to a world that needs their voice to hold it in check. I intend to be such an author once I discover my story. In the meanwhile I continue to develop my voice through a series of works including some great stuff for Shadowrun.

Tomorrow I expect to do a bunch of writing and finally watch a FB game in Vegas, Vegas style. Tonight is more about cocktails and reading hour. I think I’ll finally finish My Name is Memory. I’m enjoying that read.