In the past few weeks, as I grow more comfortable in myself and continue to explore interests, there is a bit of a sense of isolation. It has become apparent by at least 3 incidents in the past week: (1) a conversation in which the 3 drunk people were smiling, I spoke, and frowns replaced the smiles; (2) the phone conversation with Beeg on Tuesday ( Read more... )

Lately I've been dealing with, well, the aging process. Though I'm at my lowest adult weight, I'm not necessarily at my healthiest. In fact, the only time I may have been physically health post-puberty was that brief moment in 2002-03, when I could do hundreds of jumping jacks and over 100 push-ups per work out ( Read more... )

Today was better and substantially more productive than yesterday, actually. Yesterday was more of a relaxing family day, with minimal productivity. I still got some important business items done, such as going to the meeting and talking to that friend. But, enough about that as I wrote of those topics and themes yesterday ( Read more... )

The only problem I find with that lyric, is that I wouldn't say "prime of my life" --I would, instead, as I once said in the early 2000s, say that I am in the "prime of my YOUTH." I came to MGMT today because I went to youtube and youtube suggested a Franz Ferdinand song, which had some MGMT songs on the sidebar ( Read more... )

My neck is stiff,
My joints are sore,
I am weathered, feathered and old.
The song has been sung before,
but never did I hear its chorus.
To hear the bright colours of youth,
To see the sounds of infancy,
Well, that would be swell.