Words
I never stop coming back to some words. In reality, I come back to a great many words. I do not find too many remain stable for any rigorous...
Words Redux
In my last post, Words, I ended on the word alone and the self-actualized person. But there is another set of words, to be in love and to...
The Most Dangerous Pursuit
I love analysis. I may love it too much. I do love it too much. But it serves me well in my career as a technical mutt; I can suss out the...
A little faith, please
In Words Redux I tried to differentiate between to love and to be in love; however, in the process of conversing with a friend I was...
Fate, Hope & Despair and Rubbage Smubbage
Fuck Fate. I am sure some will cringe reading that. And maybe those who do will think my use of the expletive “fuck” is offensive, or as a...
It is Wards All The Way Down
((This may be remembered as the post that sent me to a place with nice people and padded walls.)) Some years ago there was an Iranian film...
A Commute Never-ending
It is maybe a strange thing to say, but I love my commutes. I happen to live along a bus-route that has direct connections from a bus stop...
Tack to Wind
Some analogies have a way of sticking with you even as you forget them, only to remember them anew years (even decades) later. I love...
Unrequited As Unnecessary
A very dear friend of mine recently commented on my Facebook about a Tweet I recently posted. The comment itself included a statement trying...
One Step Forward; One Step … Forward.
It is a funny thing growing old(er). This requisite activity called life has convinced me of one thing with every passing moment; and, it is...
Gifted Indeed
There are times in my life where I believe very much that Gary Larson drew me in the above cartoon–proof positive of my stoopidity [sic]. I...
Arrested Development
I recently watched in it’s entirety “Arrested Development“. The simple critique: the first season is an elaborate set of “jumping the shark”...
Monologues
Love, at its deepest and purest form, is a monologue. I come to this conclusion based on a long-held conviction that love is selfless,...
Dialogues
Life lived is a life loved; a life so lived and loved is a life as monologue. I would even go as far as to postulate we become Monologue in...
My Fear’s Many Faces
Fear evolves. What scared me as a child no longer scares me as an adult. Well, that is not quite true but that is for a future post. Every...
Who, me?
Today I met with Paul of VeloTransit about a travel back-pack (more on that later) while at INSCAPE. In the course of our conversations he...
Second Chances
Some three weeks later here I sit at the end of my journey, my “quadrangle of awesomeness” at a close. As I wrote previously, this...
Jump.
Jump! It is a hunger. A need. Insatiable. To the cliffs! To the blackness! Jump. Grab the hand of Fear and smile. Fear is neither Enemy nor...
Welcome Home
On evenings when I come home, I find in the dusty corner at the bottom of the stairs him waiting. Patiently on slivery web he waits till,...
In Between Thirteens
Today there is just this day remaining: one last day amongst thirteen thousand five hundred thirteen. Thirteens, these book ends. What tomes...
Magic of Thirty and Seven
Today I am thirty and seven years old. I doubt even to a bored numerologist it adds up to much; but, to me it sums to a most precious...
Hungry, Hungry Hobbies
In a seemingly different life I dimly recall the sage words of another. Hobby is the intent of a (leisure) life; work is but means to an...
Changes
I feel that on the change from 2010 to 2011 a need to comment on things. There were two (2) songs in the summer of 1985 that awakened in me...
I Am My World
It may be that I, now after having started back up the slopes toward the philosopher’s hut, find myself in the company of those with...
Spinoza’s god is the Nihilist-Solipsist god is the Egoless-Subconscious Self
Yeah, yeah, yeah. Not the the pithiest title for an entry, I know. But it will have to do for now. As a child at the age sometime before...
Home Sweet Seattle
It may seem a surprising thing, even absurd really, when you read that in the thirteen years that I have lived in Seattle I have never been...
I Like
In this day of Facebook “Like” I found myself wondering what is it that I like that does not have a convenient, spiffy button next to it? I...
Rules
I am a person used to rules, a person comfortable with creating and living by rules both real and perceived. Since my childhood I have...
10 Pounds and a Chunk of Nothing
This week saw me shed some ten pounds in under twenty-four hours. Without nary a fever or otherwise symptom my innards basically completely...
As Who Likes It?
Today was, well, one of those magical, bizarre, sad and wonderful days all wrapped in a bow and smothered in Seattle sanguine sunshine. Oh,...
‘Awlo, Spring!
How much better can Spring in Seattle be than to start off with a half-marathon (12-mile) run from Green Lake to Volunteer Park? The morning...
Mullions
Some days there are really no words for things I am thinking. You just got to avoid trying to go see through the mullion and instead push on...
A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part I
In one of those of wholiest [sic] of pursuits, I recently stumbled upon, rather metaphorically of course, a challenge, or more so a request,...
A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part II
This is part II in my bold, audacious I tell you, attempt to scale the vast queries levied by Matthew Yeager. Do you go to movies alone?...
Hello, you.
A JAR OF BALLOONS or THE UNCOOKED RICE: A Response, Part III
The saga continues. Beasts of the most horrible ilk shall be slaughtered. Damsels of the most beautiful flaxen hair shall be saved....
A Step
Wanna Be
You just wanna be a woman playing with a bow and arrow; you have been a temptress. In fields I smell desiccated flowers, poppies crumble...
Crisis of sorts
There in the jars on the shelves amongst the specimens rests things; things that are more than not not kept but instead even more forgot and...
Elastic Plastic
Here under weight of suspended waters in crushing lightness I lay buoyant drowning. How sublime this that blankets an existence in brine...
Weeble Wobble
Me and my foe foo row ramma. I dish and you dash and I know I got to go hoe and come on to do all that. I have no idea. No clue. Notta...
Curiously Enough
A funny thing happened to me on the way to the “internets” some weeks ago. I, on some great fluke of luck, stumbled upon a lottery to...
From The Vault
I thought I would dust off the blog, and in the process of the house-cleaning I came across these two drafts of posts that I never published...
Legacy
There is life, even Life. And there is living, even Living. But neither of these – life and living in either capital form or not – are...
Weeks & Decades
There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen. Vladimir Ilyich Lenin I’m not the first to post this...