Salt & peppers lonely hearts club

I've been told this weblog of passing thoughts and minds-eye mutterings makes me sound lonely. As i craft this entry from a wooden deck on top of the river Amstel, i couldn't be happier in this moment of solitude.
Lonely i'm not, but i would prefer the chair opposite me occupied, and for the table to serve as a roof for an under-cover footsie match. The chair opposite is un-occupied, but it's ok. I want you to know that i'm in love with everyone and everything aound me, in one way or another.

I haven't wrote alot lately. An un-certain future the cause of energy placed elsewhere. Telephone calls, e-mails, applications, CV's and several teaching related accronyms all occupy top-spot in the league of this gentleman. Thankfuly though, another part of elsewhere consists of a summer tour. I'm not armed with an instrument or band, i don't sing or dance well without strong local beer and i'm not an artist or person of importance, but 'summer tour' sounds good.

With all this un-certainty regarding a next vocation and lifes post-August location, it's important to disappear into the sunset in an old Suzuki jeep every so often. Un-certainties will be certain, and writing from the road will be more frequent and less lonely.

Though for compensation, i do now carry a paper journal. It's with me everywhere i go and it's pages home to several half-completed poems and notes for a childrens book promoting the benefits of moderate use of marijuana. This will more than likely go un-finished and eventually, un-published.

As for this blog entry, there's no wi-fi on the banks of the Amstel so i'm scribbling this post on a Heineken beer mat and leaving it for you on the bar.Your friend by the river,
Glenn.