Christ. The dude who wrote all this artificially dramatic introspective prose has so little in common with the exhausted middle-aged father feeling nostalgic and scotchy after his 12th 12+ hour day in a row. Onward we march toward that final journal entry, the one with the two dates and the dash. I guess.

I moved here: http://dispatchesfromtheiceberg.blogspot.com/.

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I was struck once with thoughts of the iceberg ( Read more... )

http://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2008/07/080716171134.htm

See, I told you so.

It's a new world, where the dusty ground is the color of her skin and the sky is clouded with stone. It's the breath you watch smoke away in the air when it's too early to be that cold, and the only explanation is how far you are above the sea. It's the way air here makes you wonder if maybe the ocean wasn't just some collective hallucination you ( Read more... )

I was going to type out random wine-inspired rhymes here, like I used to, but then this popped up as a "restored draft ( Read more... )

Again, I am drunk. I feel like a relapse; like today something slipped backwards unexpectedly. I've been feeling an increasing disconnect over the last few months between my actual circumstances and my emotions. Today, nothing bad happened. And then I fell down into a spiral, and everything seemed pretty crumby, and then there was vodka. So, ( Read more... )

So, there are a few songs that always bring to mind a person, or an event, or something else. When it's a person, it's a girl. Weird. I got the urge to list the songs connected to particular girls, even though (or maybe because) I can't imagine why that would be of interest to anyone besides myself. I'll leave off Sadie Mae, because the list of ( Read more... )

I am no more miserable here than I was in Gainesville. Except I do regret missing the opportunity to tell people I live in Titletown. I am already ready to move on again ( Read more... )