himadhaman

i'm feeling my namesake lately, lost causes and misguided faith.

my hair is growing out. not sure how far i'm going to let it go. short hair feels safe, which is sorta paradoxical since i only ever had the short hair because of the cancer.

i feel like all i ever talk about, here or anywhere sometimes, is having been sick.

moving on!

I met william gibson this week, and geeked the hell out. his books were the first ever that made me want to write, so listening to him read, and seeing him face to face, was a real geek out moment.

i'm beginning an epic quest: i'm searching for the perfect eggs benedict. the quest will be documented.