Because we interpret dreams as visual story telling, I wonder sometimes how much our saturation in film and television affects the way we dream (or, at least, the way we remember dreams ( Read more... )

Feeling a little lost and sort of pointless ( Read more... )

As the sun goes down on the longest day of a shrinking year,
I find that I am sitting in the fifth coffee shop I've been in since waking this morning.

Decaf tea would probably be a good move at this point.

Not a bad day at work, though the sense of lost purpose is growing.
A good afterwork with much help from frenchpressNew trail. New coffee. New ( Read more... )

My peas died while I was in Texas.

I'm afraid the jalepeños may be on their way out, too.

Adam's job was harder than it sounded on the packets.

After a long but semi-productive conversation with my dad about why I never date anybody ( Read more... )

If you have any love,
please insert it in the love acceptor
before inserting your heart
in the heart acceptor.

The coffee shop where I work was sold last weekend ( Read more... )

Dear steadily elongating forehead,

The committee for your own betterment has recently convened to discuss your recent behavior and has found it to be entirely inappropriate. Please return to fulfilling all the requirements of your position, as outlined in The Handbook for Hairline Inactivity or a replacement will be found. Thank you for your ( Read more... )

I like trips.
Chicago weekend was better than anticipated.
Particularly finding out we'd get to see a real live performance of Hedwig and the Angry Inch at the Theatre Building Chicago (which is a building in Chicago for theatre ( Read more... )

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