the hobble goblin is alive and well and eating cupcakes

I am on drugs.  It’s 4 am; I’m in my hotel room.  I am Kerouac or Ginsberg or some other guy famous for stealing the early morning hours and trying to swim the drug haze with a snorkel and a Macbook, set up to catch the ideas that swim like so many fish around my swirly mind. In truth, I can’t sleep because of the knee pain, and I can’t think very straight because of the Percocet.  I don’t mind these morning hours.  It’s currently early afternoon in my other motherland, that sweet, sweet Armenia.  I’m hoping to catch a…

three days and then america

In three days I’m flying back to the US for the first time since late May 2009.  I know I said that there was nothing wrong with my knee, but that’s only because I was told there was nothing wrong with my knee.  But after my MRI results were sent to PC Headquarters, the sleuths there found a rip in the old meniscus and have ordered me to Washington, D.C., for surgery.  I found out only a couple of days ago, and since then I’ve pretty much been walking in circles mumbling, “oh lord oh jesus”, while ideas of what…