It’s been a long time since I’ve written. Since the last time there’s been more global unrest, there have been terrorist attacks, plane crashes, people being murdered for believing in Jesus, unarmed black men getting shot in the back by police. But hey, some people call that Tuesday. Today is Friday. TGIF. I’m on a train. 

There’s a lot going on personally, should you care to know. Two weeks ago I spent ten days in Denver, my old stomping grounds and I got to spend time with several dozen dear friends, almost all one on one. Coffees, breakfasts, brunches, lunches, drinks, dinners, drinks, talking. Spending time. One on one. Great catch ups. I miss the place, but probably not enough to move back. Just enough to go back more often.

But I’m on this train. A train cutting through the misty and wet Friday that is colder by far than Denver was in March. It’s colder in NY than Denver. And harder. But I like it. So many trains. I was probably 20 before I first rode a train. Now it’s where I think and read for meaningful portions of my day.  Trains are where I contemplate why we do what we do and go where we go. 

A lot of games get played on the train. A lot of games get played in the world. 

I’ve watched a lot of indie flicks of late. By “of late” I mean that I haven’t been watching much television at all which is my custom. But when I do it’s either binging a show like Mad Men or House of Cards OR watching something indie or foreign. Bitter Moon was especially cruel. My first Roman Polanski film, which seems to fit what little I know of him. Last night I started a poorly rated spanish film called Madrid 1987. I have a third left. It’s pretty bad, but I’ll finish it. Polanski is in there somewhere I suspect. What are some of your favorites?

There’s another thing much larger and impactful and towards which I’ve been working, and for a long time, that may be finally maturing. Almost four years of iterations and venturing into the unknown coming to a head coming to the light. More to come. 

Still on the train.