In which I question the value of television to me, or at least realize that I should. Continue reading →

In which I jumble up a bunch of thoughts about my move, then try to unpack them and at least organize them on the shelf a bit, if not really where they belong. Continue reading →

In which I comment satisfactions on my second attempt at running Brindlewood Bay. Continue reading →

In which I reflect on some of the unexpected reflections when faced with all your stuff and baggage. Continue reading →

In which I confess my inability to read my own character sheet has led me to unexpectedly run out of resources, temporarily. Continue reading →

In which I start to really take note that I am in between things: strength, spirit and technology, as well as space and time. Continue reading →

In which I lament the fact that everything seems to demand a slice of me, and there are more demands than ever, including my own. Continue reading →

In which I drift from national to regional to personal questions of who I am. Continue reading →

In which I reveal perhaps too much about my bathroom habits. Continue reading →

In which I am put off by an unexpected problem, and it spirals into considerations of how everything is just a badly jumbled mess, and I just have to organize it. Continue reading →