I haven't written in this regularly for so long, that I don't know where to begin ( Read more... )

After many years of conscientious voices inside my head nagging that I should remain "informed" on the world's happenings -- here, there, and everywhere; voices whose combined drone rose a few decibels seven years ago, or so, when an International Relations teacher highly recommended to the class reading a quality newspaper everyday (and even then ( Read more... )

Walking home from school tonight, in the street, like I always do at night, I was passing a parked car when I noticed a piece of paper with handwriting on it sticking out of the window. My first thought was, "it's probably one of those angry-neighbor notes," and I quickly looked over the car's parking location; but it didn't seem to be blocking ( Read more... )

Today is the first day of school for my final semester ( Read more... )

Ever since a week before yesterday, when I returned from a night over at my former residence in Santa Rosa, I've had a hankering for vegetables. It is not that I rarely eat vegetables and then suddenly all the rush of vitamins has revived me to wondrous highs. This ovashining is the direct result of having been fed a smorgasbord of tasty ( Read more... )

So now that I've been 30, those dating ads that are always popping up on these sites all say meet women "30+", whereas just two weeks ago it was 18+...

Just like that!

Some question the value of the tragedy in art, reasoning that their life, "has enough grief and frustration as it is.  Why add to it?"

But isn't the tragedy's crux, its very possibility of existance, founded on the belief that there had been another way, an alternate, happier possibility, which for some reason the characters could never bring ( Read more... )

Beware of the critic who sustains theirself, like daily bread, on the medium they critique.  For because they cannot prepare their own meals, they are ravenous in awaiting someone else's and can only appreciate that which satiates whatever be their own peculiar palate and stomach.  Woe to them who do not satisfy ( Read more... )

Yesterday the first week of class passed. It was actually a bit exciting.  Lot's of great literature to read (but not a ludicrous amount, like was demanded at Sonoma State).  And time to read it and let its fruits digest.

Both my French teachers remember me from my previous stints at SFSU; one of them, during roll-call, even referred to me as "le ( Read more... )

Trying to report on my Florida vacation I've been staring at a blank screen for days.  Whenever inspired to write, I'm away; whenever here, in front of a computer with time, I'm drab.

There have been recent, faith-restoring days of teacher aiding.  Last Tuesday it was a fourth-grade class.  The kids so cute, inquisitive, and strict about class- ( Read more... )