In which I am happily weary from a short part of a long day featuring creativity in a delightful medium. Continue reading →

In which I search for that momentary flash in which my entire life doesn't scroll by me, but gets illuminated in some sort of maelstrom.. Continue reading →

In which I explore the notion of being transformed -- either intentionally or passively -- into something which others thing might actually know what's going on.. Continue reading →

In which I look at the grand cycle of television watching, and realize that I'm at the beginning again, lamentably. Continue reading →

In which I struggle with motivation, trying to decide if it is absolute, relative or somewhere in between.. Continue reading →

In which I suggest we should learn everything from our living ancestors, before we are those living ancestors and have nothing to teach to our descendants. Continue reading →

In which I redouble my efforts to talk about something philosophically, but end up just talking about things and stuff. Continue reading →

In which I realize the stagnancy of existence through the self-resistance of a whimsical, non-binding decision.. Continue reading →

In which I find myself in a familiar place, and find it uncomfortable. Continue reading →

In which I discover a thread that runs through much of my life, and tug at it until it lines everything up. Continue reading →