Everybody is somewhere all the time.

With Soundgarden playing and Charlie Sheen wondering around in the jungle muted in the background, I sit here at the computer with many things on my mind, but nothing to say, really.

I was sitting at the bar earlier today, drinking a Pyrat and coke and really trying to not pay attention to anything in particular when the guy on the bar stool next to me leaned over:

"This is great, right?" Waving a drink-laden hand toward a intoxicated woman's expansive cleavage near the end of the bar. "I mean, where would you rather be than here?"

Now that's an interesting question. Where would I rather be? Uh.... lots of places. But I really have no idea. I haven't seen the world, which really makes me unqualified to answer that question. People say it's a small world, and that may be true in some philosophical sense, but it still takes a hell of a long time to fly from the southwestern United States to the east coast. And that seems like a pretty long way to me, and there is still like 37,000 miles to go to end up where you started.

Call it stereotypical, but I would rather be fishing. And if I wasn't fishing, I would be taking photos of people fishing. Preferable somewhere cooler than here, and with my friends.

So where would I be? Who knows. But it wouldn't be in Tucson, and it sure as hell wouldn't be in a bar pretending to be stuck in some kind of rut.

-Alex who knows that wherever you go, there you are.