"I decided I couldn't do Middle Eastern stuff anymore. I decided I'd rather herd goats instead."
Is it strange that I can identify intimately with this sentiment? Life makes sense mostly in hindsight.
You can read that article here if you want some context (it's the LA Times and requires registration but you can use the following, via bugmenot.com, for both i.d. and password: nopass).
And in other news from California, there's a revival of The Black Rider being staged right now in San Francisco. For those unfamiliar it's a theatrical production created collaboratively by Robert Wilson, Tom Waits and William S. Burroughs. The soundtrack is great.
The world is still topsy-turvy.
