It's just me yo.
No, really. THIS is how I do it.I think about a lot of random stuff and I like to write it down. I believe in a lot of things and I think an equal amount of stuff is total crap. I am a cynical optimist. I am real. I like synchronicity and idiosyncrasy. My brain works quickly, which does not guarantee accuracy but is not A.D.D. Usually my mouth works even more quickly. I thought being really tall and living in Asia was pretty cool; but I am super glad to be back in California now. I want to be happy, bendy and satisfied... Because really, who wouldn't?
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I have written often of my hometown. Due to frequency it is not always positive, though looking back through the different stories and mentions, the good has consistently outweighed the bad. I am from a small town. A town I … Continue reading
For there is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one’s own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes. ~ Milan Kundera There are … Continue reading
The Wednesday before Thanksgiving, I spent the night in a room I had not slept in since 1989, and not regularly inhabited since 1986. When I got up and walked out through the living room to the kitchen, my parents … Continue reading
When I think of him, I think of the color yellow. Not just because that was the color of his hair, or because it was the color I wore to the dance we went to together, or because it was … Continue reading
They say you can never step in the same river twice. This is probably true. Not sure you would want to anyhow, or at least I wouldn’t, because standing water was one of the early additions to the lengthy list … Continue reading
There are no pictures to include with this post. The only images that could work are the blurry memories that make a sort of mental montage across your frontal lobe when you find yourself somewhere that no matter how strange, … Continue reading
I am back in my hometown, or at least the town that was my home for more years than most other places, and during those dangerously formative years. It is pretty cool to be here: everyone can do with a … Continue reading
Remember wealth is not always measured by how much money you have. You are a very rich person! ~ Ed Nowak Thinking that things might slow down a little bit for the final week of my trip home, I headed … Continue reading
Jack Handy was deep. Today I am not. In keeping with a Friday Five tradition (an excuse for list making, I know…) I felt like articulating the things that are occupying my frontal lobe today. Feel free to offer hypotheses … Continue reading