Here's to Mars and the Moon and all that falls in between. My martini bachelor friend is getting married, my mother is ordering "Nineteen Eighty-Four" on the internet and I'm throwing things away. The times they truly are a-changing.

Groomsman. My friend has asked me to stand up with him at the wedding. That means very much to me. It's also a first. So now I will have been a pallbearer and a groomsman. I think that balances things.

Here's to Mars and the Moon and the intoxication that proximity brings. Close enough to feel the warmth of other skin, near enough to reach out and write our names and dreams in red sand. See the domes on the Moon? Those are taco stands that I plan to visit everytime I pass, but never do. See the face, the rabbit, the man, whatever? It never turns away, no matter how I waste a day.