Tuesday, June 13, was what I'm calling a Domino Day. A Domino Day, as my operational definition has it, is a day which requires a successful sequence of events occur in order for the future to proceed as planned. Similar Domino Days might be a wedding day, birth of a child, or perhaps a death. This Domino Day was not nearly so severe, it simply ( Read more... )

Yesterday I took the Greyhound from Harrisburg to Meadville. The trip itself was uneventful - consisting of my draining my iPod battery over the course of eight hours. When we left Pittsburgh, it was overcast, looking ominous. I didn't want to walk back to the Asylum in the rain! Fortunately, as we traversed north, the clouds broke and it was even ( Read more... )

The last few days haven't been that good. June 6 and 7 were collectively My Darling Girls birthday - owed to the fact that she was born on the 7th, but her birth certificate says 6th. I had my road test on the morning of the 6th. Nothing went well for anyone ( Read more... )

"What's your position on gay rights ( Read more... )

I left Carlisle on Sunday with my mom, driving back to Meadville for the hundreth time. I'm beginning to think the definition of hell is the endless loop between these two small Pennsylvania hamlets ( Read more... )

Disturbed by the prospect of my poisoning the lives of those close to me, I medicated myself with reruns of Charmed and two beef bratwursts from Danielle's stash. I didn't want to dwell on the negative, so by 11:00, I got dressed for the day, put clothes to change in to for the tour - leaving the rest in Dixie's room - figuring Maritza and I would ( Read more... )

"Given up the good fight ( Read more... )

My Darling Girl and I went to see the Da Vinci Code Friday night. It was a fair movie, passed the time without leaving me feeling as though I'd wasted it. And Ian McKellan was a riot. After we were done, we were hungry and went to some shady diner in Mechanicsburg. It was there that our conversation turned to the topic of family and the ( Read more... )

My Darling Girl. Maritza. She's my best friend, my confidant, partner-in-crime, and special advocate. I couldn't ask for a better friend and our infrequent in-person adventures are part of why that is ( Read more... )

There have been multiple f-words on my mind in recent days, chief among those "family". I'm always surprised how quickly I can be drawn back into the insidious trap of belonging and resentment which is my family. I'm ambivalent if nothing else and anyone who's ever seen me with my family can tell why ( Read more... )