I am feeling pretty low at the moment.  I have many projects to work on, but I just can't seem to get going on any of them.  I am applying for a contract job in Texas as soon as I finish updating my CV.  I haven't fought in a long time.  I talked to some people over the weekend who kind of reminded me that I liked that, but it does seem like a big ( Read more... )

I am sitting in a bar at the Kansas City Airport.  My flight to Chicago is delayed by weather in Chicago.  There is some chance that this will cause a storm to arrive here about the time we are now scheduled to leave. Who knows.  Am feeling pretty good, but terribly sunburned.

It is late and I am leaving for home tomorrow.  I am sad about that, but jubilant over Linda's and my triumph over the forces of evil - in the persons of Ian and Deann.  The British and American fleets destroyed the bulk of the German and Italian navies with the loss of only a light cruiser and a squadron of American Devastator torpedo bombers.  ( Read more... )

The Iliad begins with: "Sing oh muse, of the wrath of Achilles...."  Hildegard von Bingen is always depicted in medieval art with the divine fire of inspiration shooting into her head.  Voodoo practitioners believe that during rituals the are "ridden by the loa".  All of these things kind of describe the mood I am in.  I sometimes feel the need to ( Read more... )

I am not sure what the hell I was thinking about yesterday.  I hate the modern trend for soft-core vampire porn for chicks.  perhaps my protagonist should be a werewolf (no, that is worse, maybe having him be an archaeologist is exotic and powerful enough - it is in real life...).  I am feeling sort of irascibly optimistic today, which should bode ( Read more... )

I am not sure what to say today.  It is raining, which I am in favor of, since it means no fighter practice.  I am not sure why I am so disinterested in fighting at the moment.  I feel guilty about it.  I even look forward to fighting in the morning of the day of practice, but that feeling gradually wanes all day, until it is time to go and I force ( Read more... )

OK.  Here I am.  Mentally stressed for various reasons, and with Friend of the Devil stuck in my head (the original Grateful Dead version, which is nice if you are on acid, I guess - but for most purposes Lyle Lovett does a much better version [he turns it into a slow mournful dirge that just works better than the drug inspired instrumental ( Read more... )