iCan't Believe It

I am writing my very first entry from my iPhone. While I was preparing to post earlier I thought, surely there is an app for this; and true enough there in the App Store I found it. I had no idea that an hour later I would get the news that Steve Jobs had passed away. So it is fitting tribute that I write from here.

I find that I am no less moved by Steve's passion to make his dreams come true & augment our knowledge on what is possible than by the actual products he helped to create. All of our days are numbered, but we immortalize ourselves in the people that we touch, the places that we go, & the purposes that we work toward. His transformative touch changed the way we listen, read, & react to the world around us and there is no higher mark to press toward than that. Well done, Steve.


John Mayer - Stop This Train

Dating

I've decided its past time. I've noted before that I signed up for Adam4Adam. This was done with the express purpose of finding a date; but as I am wont to do I ended up being so immersed in work for the last 11 months that I had not gone on. Until last week. It had to be sheer horniness, or loneliness; I do not know which is more powerful, that forced me back onto the site. I uploaded a picture and went to work looking for a boyfriend.

I acutely understood that most of the active members were probably on for the express purpose of hooking up, and though I didn't have disimilar aims, I did want to actually meet people. I've gone to West Hollywood (gay central of Los Angeles on many occasions, but had yet to actually summon the nerve to talk to anyone besides the my friend(s) that I'd brought along. I saw online as a more passive way to meet and connect with people. The result: Saturday I went on my first date with a guy. Ever.

Re-read

Just re-read the draft to my 'moving to California post'. It is an interesting experience for me to get a true read on how I felt at certain intervals in my life. I find I have often...succumb to what I should do, think or say, instead of acting in accordance with how I truly feel. It was interesting to see an umblemished record of my life through my perspective and not a jaded recollection later down the line. I wonder if other bloggers get the same experience when rereading their own posts.

It is sad to see several of the bloggers who I have followed have stopped writing. I myself am no less guilty of the same crime; yet there are those who press on much to my delight.