iron and wine beats postal

my travels and excursions have now led me to my sleepy little town of denver. i'm sure some of you have heard of it. since i miss outside factors such as african cop pullovers (not the sweaters), marriage proposals for green cards, losing myself in translations and public transportations, and questionable food offerings, all of which give inspiration for blogworthy reports i am now reduced to more internal ponderings like -which job shall i try my hand at now?