The next generation of my blood is going to be non-existent. There will soon be no chance for any future long haired dyslexic, addicted little rug rats building adventures with toy swords or learning how to make them work with real ones. None of that. It's time to wrap this up once and for all. No risk of chasing this into the future. No more ( Read more... )

She is teaching. She is the best of me, and all of me. She is the light in a student's eyes as she gets it, and can use it. She is my first love. She is the process of paper and revision. She is ideas, and refinement, and someone els's sweat and tears for a grade and She is who I need to serve. She is all that has ever mattered to me. She is ( Read more... )

(This is a first draft, and it still needs a conclusion, I welcome your commentary.) (edited ( Read more... )

I deserve it.

Okay, at times I have a very strange life. I have weird juxtapositions of circumstance that seem to make little sense on the surface. For example, tonight, I seem to have talked a friend through something possibly rather horrible. I think I may have just talked someone through either a roommate's drunken silliness or an attempted acquaintance ( Read more... )

And tomorrow I'm supposed to welcome the next generation of my family. Welcome, to you Davis, and I wish you well. I hope you suffer little and know great joy. I know your parents will do you well, and you join a great and noble house. One with a rich history, and one to which I owe much. You are indeed blessed. You are the first of this ( Read more... )

I'm going to loose my cool for a moment.

Can we just fucking stop dying? Please?

I'm reading. I can't explain what this means to me, and I'm very sure that most of you who can read this will not quite get it, save one, who can see motion as I do the printed word ( Read more... )

Meyer. He’s been beneath my gaze for years, perhaps decades. A brief conversation by two people whose scholarly skills I admire brought his work to my attention. A friend reproduced one of his plates for my Alce scroll, and while the art was beautiful, the position in that one plate dissuaded my study. I didn’t know him at the time, but I ( Read more... )

There's only one of me here. I'm not going to be able to take care of all of your concerns ( Read more... )