In which I search for the proper organization, and the proper word to describe the process. Continue reading →

In which I leave the fates to decide where I start, and make it my mission to get somewhere from there. Continue reading →

In which I shake my fist at rationality, or at least wearily waggle a finger at the concept that we'll ever truly understand the rules of the universe, or, at very least, complain about not getting enough sleep. Continue reading →

In which I examine the grease traps in my soul, and find myself excited to discover that I've neglected them. Continue reading →

In which I reflect on my unexpected day off, and the questions it raises about how prepared I am to take time off. Continue reading →

In which I examine my own frustrations and wonder at how a little pivot point can make a mountain rumble. Continue reading →

In which I consider the wondrous and confusing nature of history and mythology -- and how I can create new worlds with it. Continue reading →

In which I wonder what your hiding in your cabinets, or in your closets... Continue reading →

In which I meander within pre-considered boundaries about the notion of organizing things better. Continue reading →

In which I take a fractal journey through self-examination, and discover only that the path doesn't exist, the map is all wrong, and everything really matters, all at once. Continue reading →