In Vino Veritas

I had a conversation with a random person recently out at the bar.  The person, who shall remain nameless because I don't know the name, was about 5 years my junior and seemed to know what he wanted out of life.  I thought it commendable if not a little strange that he had such a keen sense of direction, especially at such a young age.  His view was actually one of pity that someone approaching 30, that's scary, did not have any sense of what he wants for his future.  I am generally somewhat proud of my go-with-the-flow life attitude.  It has served me well.  It has made me open to new ideas and expanded my horizons of what is possible.  I'm an opportunist, and I have had some good opportunities present themselves along the way.  But at some point maybe I do need to visualize a destination.  Who and where do I want to be?  And who do I want to be there with?  I was hoping this time away from the grind in a new environment would help me figure that out...

Anyway, I'm procrastinating.  I have a paper to write.

A return to Alabamarama

For fear of being perceived as a tool, I will not talk on the topic of my professional development here in Alabama beyond stating my whereabouts for the next five weeks...

Luna and Charlie are staying at home with my still fairly new roommate.  (They are my dogs, in case I haven't posted about them yet)