Call me crazy, but sitting in an airplane on takeoff never fails to remind me of my own mortality. A thin metal shell and some plexiglass is all that stands between me and and the last few exhilirating moments of my life. I've heard that, knowing that one will die at impact with the ground when falling from extreme height, usually the fallee will ( Read more... )

Time passes so much slower when one is waiting for something ( Read more... )

I actually am working. Really.

Prepping to fly out to Toronto sometime around the 23rd and start filming Kinsey has me doing extra research on sexual matters. Which is frustrating nice, in a way, considering it's been a while it's a subject I've got a lot of interest in lately ( Read more... )

I'm still trying to feel out exactly what it is I want to say, and how I want to say it. At what point of disclosure does one become self-absorbed?

My conversation with
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No matter how committed I get to making some sort of decision about my life, I always hear the little 'what if's' in the back of my head, nagging at me, trying to distract me from a course of action that might take me in a different direction ( Read more... )