Get away, just for a day.

A little news to get you by, until I actually leave. It doesn't take much to travel. Just a little push. If you put away all the excuses of money and time and career development and your car and your future, you can get away pretty easily. Just slip out. Just like that. No? Then take a walk or ride your bike down the street. Not your street, go to the other side of the neighborhood and see what you have missed, just under your nose. I did that today, just to run an errand, but I took a street I usually don't take and entered the wonderful little ilk of Riverside Drive, aka "Little Mexico". People are outside -walking (shock!) - and using public transport on their journeys to lavaterias, discotecas, and other colorful spanish-language establishments in the heart of Texas, USA. Walgreens was the destination today, but this seemingly typical USA box mundane establishment had primarily spanish titles on each aisle and a hispanic cliente, transporting me to a lucid moment of chain conveient stores I visited in Acapulco, Mexico a few years ago. Combined with the uniquely mexican pastor taco I summoned in spanish then devoured on my way home, I took a little trip outside Austin and down south to Mexico. Cool. Speaking of devouring, my roommates dog ate my passport two days ago, which was followed by bad bad words being spoken to aforementioned dog and then frantic calls to the New York Passport Agency. An appointment here, a hour on hold there, and I think I will be fine, minus the $135 for a rush passport I have to obtain in New York City next week. So there it is, short and simple, the story of my self obsorbed passport. (oh, for those of you who don't know, my passport decided to take a wash in the washing machine the day I was leaving for Los Angeles on to Asia. This time, however, he thought the world was too much and decided to leave us forever, choosing the gruesome death of suicide-by-dog.) RIP Taylor's Passport with all his cool stamps for visas in it. 4/3/2009. Toodles, Taylor