Category: Journal

What fresh hell is the summer cold? You can’t ignore it, but it’s also the lowest rung of the minor leagues of illness – real, but nobody’s taking it super seriously.

I write this late on a Sunday morning, I have a call at 10:30 then I’m off to visit my parents. I have the terrible feeling that elves stole into my home last night and replaced my lungs with filthy, wet towels. If I had to describe how I feel, the best thing I can come up with is I feel like an electric screwdriver left unplugged too long – I can turn, but I ain’t screwing nothing anytime soon. (more…)

Been two weeks since my last post, haven’t been happy with the “authorial voice” I’ve been using (which led to a lot of second-guessing, which led to a lot of not writing). A lot of my ongoing topics revolve around me living a “decision-based life”, which can sound kind of arch and consultant-y, when all I’m trying to do is illustrate that like any philosophy it applies to everything or nothing and that it’s a continuous process. (more…)

Yikes, haven’t written a legit journal in a month, clear sign I’ve been too much in my head! I use my journal as an observing ego tool, and not journaling is a clear signal that I’m not particularly interested in exposing my slovenly nature! Not that I’ve been particularly egregious, but I have been dragging my feet on the creative process, and that’s got to stop toot sweet. (more…)

I sit here on a Saturday afternoon, reveling in getting all my life minutia squared away, and wanted to a moment to reflect. It’s a brilliantly lovely day, with a hint of the swamp-blanket soon to cover the region till September and for some reason it got me thinking “hey, aren’t you supposed to journal today?”.  (Yes, my mind works that way, I just roll with it.) (more…)

How my day starts: first thing I check is if I’m still breathing, if yes – everything else is gravy. Because it’s challenging, the act of living delights me, knowing it’ll end just adds a zesty element of mystery.  Which has got me thinking, and when I think, I do it here!

I began writing this on an overcast Saturday morning, a cool breeze reaching me past the pollen coated windowsill (which I’ve since scrubbed clean) – I immediately got distracted. I did some chores, talked with friends, ran some errands, ran to the rescue of an old four-footed friend, and now it’s a sunny Saturday early evening. Not the day I had planned, but a good one. (more…)

I’m writing this Saturday morning, it’s white-grey overcast and I’ve decided I’m taking the day off. If it doesn’t seem amusing, I’m not going to do it! I may even indulge in booze or some other psychoactive – need to interrupt my program – reboot as it were. Think I’ll finish up here and pop in the blu ray of “Interstellar” – haven’t seen it – but I enjoy the company of artistic ambition and this was an ambitious film. (more…)

It’s been awhile since I did a straight “diary” entry, which is weird because that’s what this journal is primarily for. An online ego observation tool, to keep me honest – and just to note things that I’m likely to space out. (more…)

“I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.” – Groucho Marx.

I encourage people to avoid surrounding themselves with energy vampires (negative people)  or environments, it’ll eat your soul! And now I find myself in a “physician heal thyself” situation – without knowing it I invited a vampire into my house, and need to do an exorcism (yeah, I know,  you don’t exorcise vampires but this feels vaguely demonic). (more…)