I've nothing much to add or report or editorialize about ( Read more... )

no one died. ConQwest Tucson has passed and I think the universe remains unchanged ( Read more... )

I sit here, only daring to dream in broken and fleeting instants about a life that I was ever-certain to inherit from destiny's winds; my mantle, a picture so clear that perhaps I never opted to imagine that it held the beauty of a perfect photograph, and, hence, was unrealistic ( Read more... )

what's to be done? Here I am, less than two weeks out from being homeless, and I can't make a decision... I really don't want to move twice. I can put everything into storage and couch-surf until S&K find the perfect home [or until I do, I suppose] - but the hassle of getting mail, and email, and needing that one thing that's buried in a box ( Read more... )

Murph's was in grand form last night - saw almost everyone who ought to have been here and it was neither too crazy nor too reserved; just a good mix of the old guard drinking and conversing. And my parents were in attendance ( Read more... )

.... I am mired in anxiety about the work. I knew everything was going too swimmingly to be sustained ( Read more... )

touche and huzzah and all that falderal ( Read more... )

....how can I even really begin to relate the deluge of malaise that overtakes me? Could I gripe about isolation? I guess so, but then again, see: LiveJournal Entry, Every Other in This String ( Read more... )

as if having a seeminly ceaseless slurry of agony, rejection, belittling, dismissal, emptiness and humiliation weren't enough; there's a Michael Jordan store moving in next to Rehab for this weekend only [cost: $3M]

Secret Machines were great. I just wish I had been awash in the gauzy state of psychoactive swim ( Read more... )