Damon is nomad backward.

I'm moving to Seattle now. This new development has a lot to do with a guy. But the nice thing about Seattle is that there are also at least two girls there (or near enough) who I'm pretty sure I could be great friends with if I am capable of being great friends with anyone.

If I'm being honest, the really nice thing about Seattle is the guy, who is lovely in a number of ways. He has a parrot. He writes really good e-mails. His fingers are pale. He has a beard. As far as I know, he has a beard. He may have shaved it off since last night without telling me. It's like Schroedinger's cat, but without the dead (or is it?) cat. I'm moving to Seattle because I can't stand the philosophical conundrum of whether a beard can exist and not exist at the same time.

And I visited the guy last week and walked around in the rain with him after drinking whiskey (whiskey makes a lot of sense in the rain) and another time while drinking really good coffee and found that it feels a lot better to be in there than it does to be in Las Vegas.

Vegas has been a blur of boredom and anger and pancakes. What do I have against pancakes? Everything.

I know I always say this, but maybe I'll write more here (and elsewhere) now. Maybe I have something to say now that I've discovered this new fondness for beards.