Spinning on my head.

I think I will put an end to my Singapore ravings. I thought writing about a place I liked would cheer me up. It did the opposite. I'd love to tell some of those stories sometime, but not in linear narrative.

Boston really blows. Today, it blows freezing rain.

After work on Friday, I wandered the streets and wound up watching a group of breakdancers over by Fanueil Hall. There were 6 of them, flipping and spinning to a James Brown mix tape. It looked like so much fun. I drew a peeektshure:


Happy New Year and stuff.