I'm posting this both by way of apology and by way of being kinder to myself ( Read more... )

I realized that the top entry on this journal was still the text of the rejection letter and I haven't truly been feeling that sting for a few days. Since that afternoon I attended a rehearsal of my wife's upcoming show AWOL, conceived and performed by the Eleffant Foot troupe, and had J.J. Abrams throw my psyche into tailspin not just once (Star ( Read more... )

Yesterday my dad gave me a few bananas along with a bag of other food items that my mom had prepared on Sunday...we were supposed to go out to Lisle for dinner, but failed to make it due to my wife accidentally pulling some muscles in her back while doing some aggressive spring cleaning ( Read more... )

Hello again.

It's not that I haven't had things to discuss...I have, for example, just begun work on New Leaf's new, original work The Long Count. Rehearsals began earlier this week and have so far tapped into some very exciting potential ( Read more... )

I think the illness is gone but the symptoms still linger, like drunks at a bar long after the lights have been turned on and the bartenders have begun yelling in less cordial tones that one does not have to go home but can no longer stay there ( Read more... )

I'm really, really bad at being sick. It's fortunate, for me, that it tends to happen rarely, although when it does happen it tends to last for longer than necessary. (I say "necessary" as if my illness were part of some predestined event, as if my coughing and sniffling were designed to teach me a lesson of some kind ( Read more... )

I'm a heavy sleeper. I also have had more than a few nights where I will simply not stop talking. These are things you don't necessarily understand about yourself until you start regularly sleeping next to somebody else ( Read more... )

Sometime last night the high school directly across the street was tagged with large black letters proclaiming this section of Rogers Park to be, apparently, "Freakyville ( Read more... )

My upstairs neighbor has recently informed me that the fifteen-to-twenty minutes I've been spending each day throwing punches at this item are causing the entire building to shake, reminiscent of seismic tremors that she often experienced during her years in California ( Read more... )

A few weeks ago I visited an acupuncturist, a woman who my wife sees fairly regularly. One of the first things that happened after I lay down was that she looked at my hand and informed me that I was going to be alive for a very long time.

I've been told this quite a few times before. My life line is very long and deep. I've never been quite sure ( Read more... )