I'm going to begin blogging again, on my website. If you're curious, you can add/bookmark the new link:

http://www.adamatorres.net/blog/

Thanks to all for your wonderful encouragement throughout the years, and I'll continue to read your entries as I can here on LJ.

...My first blog in awhile...My tendency as a blogger is to think into jumbled fragments and write in scattered thoughts, so bear with me ( Read more... )

The elephant in the room in my household ( Read more... )

maybe it's the unattended emotional situation senza prozac, but i really hate my life....

So...As some of you know, I've in the grad school interview process...Most recently, I was in Boston as one of four finalists for a position as MM candidate in Orchestral Conducting. Aside from one excerpt (Stravinsky L'Histoire du Soldat), the audition went pretty smoothly, and I thoroughly enjoyed my trip. The return home, however, was a ( Read more... )

It's been awhile since I've blogged. You know, I try to blog consistently, but once I miss a few days, I become out of practice. Then tomorrow's anticipation becomes yesterday's procrastination, each week continues in its half-hearted attempts to convey my life in words, always a shallow committment that produces no product. But, out of a Sunday ( Read more... )

The NFL Channel is showing a replay of the NFC championship game from January 1996 which included the Dallas Cowboys vs. Green Bay Packers. Here are some quick thoughts about Dallas, then and now ( Read more... )

As much talent as the Big XII has, you choose to send this team for the chance of BCS glory ( Read more... )

When I got to my car today, there was an anonymous handwritten note waiting for me. It's been awhile since I've gotten a random message as such, so it was a lovely feeling to be the recipient of an unspoken thoughtful moment.

It's truly the simple things that make life beautiful.

Imagine a hypothetical world where all humans possed the ability to transmit thoughts through telekenesis. Really, think of the implications. Unspoken dialogue. Suddenly, all conversation becomes a Hemingway iceberg of spoken dialogue, the tip above water for all to see. Beneath the water line, however, are massive amounts of unseen glaciers, ( Read more... )