I'm alive.

Upon waking up this morning - a dance was taking place outside the window of the 30th floor apartment. Swirling in the sky were freckles of white shifting left, right, up and down. This marvelous scene was made possible by three high rise apartments, boxing in any change of pressure forcing winds flowing openly from the north the cause a draft to ( Read more... )

Dear Journal ( Read more... )

Tomorrow I'm going to stand outside the church. I'll stand with a piece of paper with a statement. I'm kinda nervous. I think I am going to be going there by myself. I don't want to be pushy about asking other people to come... I am kinda lame like that. I don't fully get it. Hmmm ( Read more... )

"What's the difference between taking your temperature orally versus rectally? One tastes better ( Read more... )

Back in high school the first person I told someone I was gay was Fr. Craig Harrison during confession.

The first thing he asked, "Do you (physically) hurt myself?"

The last thing he said "This is what I want you to do for penance: Love yourself"

Tomorrow I begin the second phase of this semester's clinical rotation, going into the Med-Surg facility of KMC. Before starting tomorrow, I should write a little bit about my experience from my OB/Maternity experience. ((Candidly ( Read more... )

Prayer When Words Won't Come ( Read more... )

1. Two days coming back to Bakersfield, I get a perturbed text from an old church mate who happened to be gay. Turns out St. Philips has joined the ban wagon of being political. Target? Proposition 8. A homily on proposition 8. Hmmm... no wonder I haven't gone to church in forever when I'm at home ( Read more... )