It's been a frenetic year.

I got uprooted from Nevada and landed in the San Fernando Valley.

I've simply been too busy to post anything. I sincerely doubt anyone noticed.

However, there about a dozen new user requests here a day, spam all. Every time I unblock one thinking it might be intelligent life, it posts propecia ads. Or Viagra. Whatever.
Do You Really Think Anyone Wants To Read Your Spam Ad?

Anyhow...I have had many thoughts about the modern face of survival.

I've lived in large urban areas before, so I'm no stranger to homelessness, desperation, opportunism, and thier handmaidens. I have to say that Los Angeles is a tolerant yet unforgiving host, allowing people to scratch thier existence out of whatever they can. No shortage of competition for breathing and living space, and no shortage of competition for your resources.

For all of it's reputation, this is not the harshest city I have tried to start up in. And I do understand why so many people are here... I'm addicted to the place in a few short months, I don't ever want to leave.

I feel the potential energy all around me, in my own existence and in the lives resounding around me. I smell the commerce ( or is that smog?). I feel it's spirit, and it is potent. It loves a fighter, and feeds on the weak. This city is an entity, a disembodied soul twisted into a demigod, hungry for the life-forces that are drawn to it's light like proverbial moths. Never have I felt this about a *location*.

I'll be back here, posting my thoughts and experiences... silent no longer.