The fate we’ve been predicting, anticipating and in some cases asking for is finally coming true. Next week, Oxygen.com jumps the shark. Just like Fonzie. My work this week was pretty much an endless stream of instant messages asking “you heard the latest?” and everyone backing up files, cleaning up and swapping gossip. No work is getting done, with the exception of Molly who vowed to “work harder” while the black fog moves in. Devotion is blind.

Not sure what we’ll do next, but I have a good feeling about it. Of course, it’s tough to witness the dissolution of this group of many talented, creative and good people, but ultimately it’s probably the swift kick many of us need to seek out a more meaningful way to spend our time.

Last night I dreamed I went to Hawaii and decided to stay. I was an oceanographer or something like that. Funny how the subconscious works – that’s pretty close to the opposite of what I consciously dream about doing with my life.

My recent trip back to Seattle was so good. Although it was difficult to watch my parents pack up and sell the house they’ve lived in for the past 10 years -- so full of memories and memorabilia – maybe it’s a change they need right now in their lives. The shock of living outside L.A. might finally make them retreat to the country, where I’ll happily come and visit. How selfish am I? Nah, I just really want them to be happy and enjoy their retirement as much as possible.

I haven’t thought much lately about spirituality, but it was on my mind more than usual during my time in Seattle and Canada. Spending time in the mountains, near the ocean and walking in the woods is so good for my soul. I felt healthy, peaceful and some clarity in my thoughts while I was just hanging out outdoors. I miss that more than I realize sometimes.

Better that evah. With more than a little help from my friend, this blog now lives on a site I call mine. Still lots of clean-up to make this site look pretty, but it's a start, no?

Literary non-fiction sounds like such a vague, academic genre. Plus, it's defined a million different ways. Some call it creative literature, other say it's anything from memoir to travel writing. Anyway, literary non-fiction is the first part of my 11-part application for an internship at This American Life. Considering my record of procrastination, I should have the completed application in the mail sometime before my 20-year high school reunion. (My 10-year is next Friday.) Back to the application, the first part is to "suggest a piece of fiction or literary non-fiction to be read on the air -- edit at will." That's the part that really throws me -- "edit at will." Edit what? The whole dialog? Change characters? I guess the whole point of it is to be creative, which seems to be asking just a bit much. I mean, it's just a lowly internship after all.

Seriously though, the application will be fun and a good exercise of my application completing skills, which may be further called upon in the near future, or the not-so-near future.

Just had to write a couple lines to make my blog feel at home in its new place. Hopefully, it won't go nuts the way Roo did when we relocated him from Chelsea to Park Slope. But then again, Roo is a cat.