My commitment to regularly writing (and by “writing”, I refer not only to blogging—I am also referring to writing letters, writing notes, writing complete sentences in general) has faltered. I blame moving.

• Someone wittily remarked that we are experiencing “June-uary” weather. The days are long, yes, but so are the rainstorms. I do hope that my last memory of Seattle won’t be of grey skies, wind, and rain.
• On the other hand, one of my good friends in New York City informed me this past weekend that the weather is unbelievably, ridiculously, [expletive] hot”. The Beau more tactfully reported that “the heat is oppressive”. A good friend in Seattle inquired, “Won’t it be nice to experience real June weather instead of this Seattle crap?” Well, we’ll see.
• I’m done with saying “good-bye”—can all of this mushy relationship stuff just end already? (It’s culturally more appropriate to experience annoyance and anger than sadness. I’m just sayin’.)
• One of the men in the homeless shelter who is originally from New York City got on my case for not yet securing a place to live. “I don’t mean to be critical,” he commented, “but you really should have taken care of that three months ago.” That’s a humbling remark when it comes from a homeless guy. The dynamics in that interaction are remarkable and kinda makes my head spin.
• A few people have written about the child psychiatrists at Harvard’s Massachusetts General Hospital and their misreported financial relationships with pharmaceutical companies. I personally do not agree with the Biederman approach to diagnosing bipolar disorder in children (both with his approach and the subsequent prescribing of antipsychotic medications as the primary course of treatment), so that compounds my opinion of the situation. However, I do get the sense that Dr. Biederman really believes that he is fighting the good fight… and his tenacity and passion are impressive. I do hope that his financial misreporting more represents oversight rather than something nefarious.

Expect a random schedule of posts here for the next few weeks—I’ll be leaving for New York City soon to look for a place to live (send good juju, please—no evidence for it, but it sounds good), returning to Seattle to take care of loose ends and graduate, and then relocate to the other side of the continent. I anticipate that I shall use Twitter more often since, you know, typing 140 characters is less daunting than writing full sentences that are thoughtful and actually communicate ideas.