A year ago today, I started this blog. I needed a distraction. Because apparently: I don’t have enough going on. Also: because I’m self-involved. It has been a busy year, but I wrote when I could. When I think of the twists and turns of the the last year, I can hardly believe it. I hope that you have enjoyed the musings found here at least a little bit. Mostly I hope that you have noticed how wonderful my friends are, which is what I’ve noticed more and more. Also: that I live with very cute cats.

Last night I went to see Neko Case at the Fox with Jade. Jade is working temporarily in the JKS office at Naropa with me, so while she was someone I knew before from the JKS/Naropa community, I’ve been getting to know her better over the course of the past few weeks. We got to the show pretty early because we wanted to make sure we had a good view. I mean it’s Neko Case, after all. We got a great spot. At one point: Jade vanished and returned with beers. “What?” I said, “Did you buy another round? It was my turn to buy a round! Now I owe you beer!” “Well,” she replied, “really, this is just may way of making sure that we have to hang out again sometime.” She’s cool and we had a blast, even though someone stole her hoodie.

When I first moved to Savannah, I listened to Neko Case’s Blacklisted over and over and over again. I remember being in my apartment in September before the quarter started, listening to that album, and not having any friends in the whole city but not caring because I was so happy to be there. I remember thinking how funny it was to live in a place where I literally didn’t know a single soul (except Isobel and Yoshimi) but not feeling at all lonely. Listening to that album, I felt like I knew her, and that was enough to keep me from feeling lonely. Later, I made friends. Really good ones. But I still listened to that album a lot. It’s a good album. If you don’t have it you should rectify that situation.

Currently: I am reading Moby Dick, trying to learn some epic-as-f*ck monologues for Some Kind of Fun, and trying not to be such a jerk. It’s just that kind of summer, y’all: it’s just that kind of summer.