So......Its that time of the year for me to try and write some peice for this journal that wraps the year up into a neat little box. I succeeded last year, surprisingly, but that was only in the context of my writing about the year as if I was going home for the summer. Its funny, theres always this dichotomy or inconsistency with my life down ( Read more... )

What a fucking hellious dream. There is nothing more.....bittersweet than waking up from a dream like that. What an amalgamation of my desires and my past. And at first glance its just the context of the dream, its just who the dream was about and what I felt in the dream that initially seems to be what bothers me. But a little more reflection ( Read more... )

Back in my own skin. That thing about wanting what I used to want, I think I got my wish. And now this leaves me with a serious conundrum. At some point something in my life will have to give. I love what I learn in school, but there really is a serious problem with it ( Read more... )

You know, I mean I've been around the block with this sort of thing. I can't help but go there when you contact me like that after however many months its been. In the past I would have just shut it out. I would have said, I'm not playing those games, I would have thought this is just manipulation. I used to think that about you. And don't get ( Read more... )

Phil-91- Ancient Greek Philosophy ( Read more... )

This has largely become really just a notebook for myself. In older days I would write my entries for myself but also because I wanted to reach someone or because I wanted to make a point that I wanted other people to see. It was good fun actually, lj was.....stupid.....but the game we played with it was engaging and its fun to play with that ( Read more... )

I see him almost every day. I have never spoken a word to him, no real reason, always amongst friends when I am around class. He looks so much like you often I wonder if that could have been you. If you could have been here, a student of physics, a student of math, an interpretter of the world, my friend. A seeker, a hopeful and attentive ( Read more... )

Remebering that day in Berkeley on my way to physics section, happen to wonder how something that made me so happy makes me so unhappy in recollection. Suddenly the coffee isnt enough and I take my next left turn and pull over. I call in a favor and take a quick detour to Wylie. Do I want this because it makes studying easier or because it just ( Read more... )

After a 2 hour conversation with someone largely unimportant to my past, but never the less, from my past, I find myself inspired to call another old friend. Upon exiting the venue of our lunch date I reach into my pocket to grasp around for my phone, pushing aside my keychain, the same one that I have had for years, still with the broken end of ( Read more... )

"The Innocent will never last" You always changed the radio station. Looking back now, hearing it on the radio as I drive through Orinda I realize how prophetic it was. Nothing is supposed to hit that close to home.