8/27/2008 Joyful. Scotland. All but my eyes matter. Art degree. Recently escaped physical Hell. Happiest I had ever been. 8/27/2009 Confused. Still Scotland. They still matter. It was a year of leisure, little learning, and something like love. The mundane was charging and I had no sword. 8/27/2010 Grinding. The District. Their eyes still are […]Read More Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes
I have a cousin who has a young teen. He says she and her teen buddies never want to get together in person and hang out. They just hang out via their phones. My own kid, if I let him, would stay on his iPad all damn day. I don’t even think he would pause […]Read More I Swear I’m Not A Teenage Dirtbag
I am an addict. I am addicted. I have been before puberty. So have many others. I’m not the worst case. I’m not the best case. None of us are cases. We are all people. I’m not I’d rather not say to what but I’m in a twelve step program for it. I will say […]Read More The Hole In My Soul
Spoiler alert: She is right. (Let’s go back to the beginning now that I’ve offered up the ending.) There is friend X and friend Y. X is male. Y is female. They both are local. This is not the only X. This is not the only Y. But they’ll do for this post. X and […]Read More Is Elsa Right?
Life is about grappling with the good, bad and undefinable. Life is a fight. Against time. Against others. Against expectations. Against god. And, mostly, against yourself. In a lot of ways it really is like the sweet science. Both have likely time limits. In a boxing match, its twelve 3 minute rounds. In the United […]Read More Fight for your life (redux)