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The world from the airplane seat
I find myself occupying an airplane seat more and more often and while that is really fun, I find myself missing my peers in the office. It isn't the same being on the road and the camaraderie I've grown accustomed to is now mostly digital again. Growing up with one foot on either side of the digital divide means I got the best of both worlds but I ( Read more... ) -
Updates
B and I spent the holidays after Christmas in Europe. Our two week trek, mostly via train ( Read more... ) -
Moving
It's moving time again. Carnelian was the longest place we've stayed put and packing up was interesting. I found my old freshman year journal, the cheap one with the photography of the kids dressed up in throwback clothes re-enacting romantic gestures with flowers and flourish. Reading through that thing made me laugh because there were days where ( Read more... ) -
Back
Dublin was lovely and gray. Going for work means I didn't have much time for true exploration. Lovely people, though the shops closed early and by the time I left the office there wasn't much open. I'll admit to eating many packages of chocolate covered biscuits and drinking a single beer in an old pub with walls delightfully grimy -- a ( Read more... ) -
Obsidian
My mom gave me a chunk of polished obsidian to put under my pillow, saying it will help ward off bad dreams ( Read more... ) -
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I keep meaning to find something to put here, but all I can think of is that soon I will sleep and then wake ( Read more... ) -
A Promise to Keep
It's been a long time since a song has broken my heart over and over again in its simplicity. I guess this one is hitting close to home these days ( Read more... ) -
Waiting
So I'm waiting for a process to finish at work before I can leave so I figure it was time to update this thing since I've gone more than 5 months without a proper update at all ( Read more... ) -
Hello 2013
Hello 2013. You are colder than I anticipated. So far, so good ( Read more... ) -
Poetry Selection
As expected, my trip to the library to find poetry ended up with me spending about 5 minutes looking at 3 small shelves dedicated to the subject. It's a dying art and I'm kind of sad about that ( Read more... )