Journey to the moon?

Who knows where any of us are headed or when we're going to arrive? The moon is a bit dry for my tastes but at least it has a certain romantic quality in the evening and it seems as good a destination as any in this game of rattle and bang. Better than grey every day Portland, from what my sister is saying. Nice town, Portland, but evidently it's more overcast than Seattle, the town in which I started, left, then returned and fled again after school.

Are you ready to turn on your brain? Have we gotten this out of our system?

Nothing wrong with Seattle. A good place to be born. If it hadn't been for the move to New York that scrambled my brain in my teenage years before I returned to attend college, I suspect I'd have stayed. Would I have gone the way I've gone had the family stayed in Seattle and I'd not become what I later realized was an outsider at the age of twelve? I'm not at all sure. Some brains are born to be scrambled. A move here, a move there: what makes that any different or more difficult than all of the other things people put with in their lives (and survive)? You read the papers, right? Hurricanes, crop failures, pederasts and automobile accidents?

Get a grip. Take a break. Eat a peach.

Later. A bus ride downtown to have lunch at the City Center, a short walk, then a bus ride to the Grand Lake Theater feeling punk and thinking an air conditioned theater was a better choice than returning to the apartment, deciding on Iron Man with Robert Downey. I've never been a superhero comics fan, but I rather like Robert Downey, Jr. and I was willing to give it a try. The plot overall was pretty much superhero standard (what else could it be?) but the beginning was nice, the dialogue good and I'd recommend it to anyone who's had the vaguest thought they might consider seeing it. You know who you are.