Insomnia Inspired Plans (is there any other kind?)

My sleepless nights are beginning again. It gives me time to think and new music to discover, but for the most part, I'd rather be sleeping.

So lately, I've really been itching to explore Boston more. As a senior (what?!), it's about time I got around to that. I've really become comfortable walking around the city by myself. To be honest, sometimes I worry that my comfort in my independence will somehow harden me. I'm often more than satisfied to be alone; I revel in it. This is by no means extraordinary, but still, I worry.

First off, I really want to go to a poetry slam. I'm pretty sure no one here knows how much I love that kind of poetry--the kind that flows off the tongue in rhythmic and hypnotizing patterns. The kind of poetry that speaks to everyone without a sense of elitism or even a necessarily intellectual point of view. I'd really love to be in the room at a slam, to feel the words bounce off the walls and the cadences wash over me. I'd happily envy the phrases I wished I could formulate. Phrases like "I'll be first place fair county kind of rare." Because, if I could verbalize that, you can bet I would.

Until I can, I'll settle for watching (in awe) other people twist and mold language right across the river in good 'ole Cambridge. It might not be Boston, but it's a start.