11 June 2012

( Last night I dreamed of two people, hunters of the undead, a man and a woman . . . )

I was at Sensei's house one time, and his son, and some of his son's friends, were studying in the kitchen. Sensei asked my then-roommate and I if we would come downstairs so that the kids could try their English on us; we agreed. We went downstairs and answered their questions in our best slow, clear English-teacher voices. I don't remember most ( Read more... )

The Scottish Chamber Orchestra has a delightful series of 1-hour concerts on occasional weekday evenings, from 6 to 7, called Cl@six. The idea being that you go after work, listen to beautiful music for an hour, and then head home relaxed and content having neatly missed the rush hour ( Read more... )

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Goodbye.

These are the words I say to you.

They are not the words I wish to say. The words I cannot say.

Come with me.

Because I cannot bear hearing you say no.

Flying with a headcold is one of the most exquisite tortures of the modern world. The only pain worse than not being able to pop your ears is a migraine-- and even then it's not by much ( Read more... )

Yesterday I arrived. Everything went fine. The weather was good. Everyone was kind to me. I didn't have any problems through the many transfers and unfamiliar airports and buses.

It was not a good day.

Idiot, idiot. Why do you do this, again and again? What are you looking for? Idiot. You don't even know. You leave everyone you love. Again and ( Read more... )

This is an interesting article about being a grown-up . . . and ties in with some points of my Theory of Being a Responsible Adult, one major point of which is taking responsibility for your own well-being. I liken it to what I learned in the first aid course I took, which specifically addressed how to approach a crisis situation. When faced with a ( Read more... )