In which I celebrate the madness of both knowing a thing, and needing to deny it, as I fly through the delirious heights of creative mania. Continue reading →

In which I express a lot of things, but the words are almost unimportant. Continue reading →

In which I admit my normal practice to read 4-5 books simultaneously (thus taking probably 4-5 times as long to finish a book, objectively...) and that I may be making some words of my own.. Continue reading →

In which I talk a little about the experience of live performance. Continue reading →

In which I muse about venturing into creative waters that I've only dreamed of.. Continue reading →

In which I lament and explore the notion that I cannot possibly know everything, but (like most people) are for some reason held accountable for this limitation. Continue reading →

In which I (breathlessly...) interrogate my feelings towards being a creative, and extol it's virtues.. and hint at recently creative elements that I'm am happy about.. Continue reading →

In which I look at some human interaction models in order to assess how I apply them. Continue reading →

In which I celebrate a day had well, in which I accomplished a lot that I don't get to do normally. Continue reading →

In which I struggle to find forms in the clouds, and pull invisible threads to tease out the informational content of the universe. Continue reading →