Every Christmas I hear, usually from some Math crazed nerd, about the physical properties Santa’s sled and his tugging reindeer should have in order to drop billions of tonnes of presents around the world. The latest one I heard was that Santa’s sled would have to go so fast, Rudolf and company would disintegrate into the building blocks of ( Read more... )

So I’ve been thinking lately, why am I so blue? I have noticed it for a while and it baffles me. I still have a great life; I even have new, albeit material, additions to this life (car for example). Somehow, though, I feel less compelled to do anything, as if the energy that usually drives me has suddenly left me ( Read more... )

The Waiting Place ( Read more... )

What is proper at twenty-five? The train is moving and the cars near me do too. Many things pass us by, some registering in our brains; traffic signals, other motorists, a pedestrian or two, the sign of a store you keep meaning to buy from but leave it for another day, for manana. Other things, we remember and internalize: the car that cuts us off ( Read more... )

At night, in the middle of curses and delayed essays, I fear for my life. Focusing on my writing unhinges the rest of my consciousness. I find the dreaded illusion of finishing soon, when the digital numbers change to two in the morning. My milky eyesight stares restlessly at the base of the word processor finding the page number. Weakened muscles ( Read more... )

I inhabit the world of Spirits, that which Plato called the world of Ideas (how flattering of him, such a good sport). Krad, and people like you, populate the world of the Material. For reasons unknown to you and known to me only through lore, our worlds are entangled. You feel us; experience us in feelings and thought. We are consequential to your ( Read more... )

Movies that stir an uncontrollable stew of emotions in me, are the ones I consider the best. I just came out of the theatre from watching "Bridge to Terabithia", choking up, but most importantly, I walked out of it with my mind racing on all directions ( Read more... )

"Of course I was going to attend such a wedding,” answered Cupid to my question, “in my years of providing my valuable service, this has got to be the most outrageous couple I ever got the pleasure to introduce!” He continued explaining, “in fact, it was a matter of chance. It happens every other century or so. I’ve got outstanding aim as you can ( Read more... )

Rainy days have a nack for bringing love to a person. You would think otherwise because it is hard to imagine Cupid flying, with his fluffy white-feathered wings, in the middle of a storm. But somehow he manages to do it. I am of the thought that he left his traditionalist mannerism and finally got a car. Either way, it doesn't matter how Cupid ( Read more... )

A problematic of otherworldliness
en par with the unreachable
quest for the desirable
envy of the intelligent flesh.
That is he who we chastize
for a problematic of otherworldliness.