I've discovered I have more media than I was familiar with.  While I recognize this is as one of the world's smallest tragedies, I endeavor to do something about it.  After careful thought, brainstorming, drawing up a few venn diagrams and pie charts, analyzing data from man-on-the-street polls, I'm ready to begin listening ( Read more... )

I want my new year's resolution to be aimed at writing more.  I don't write as much as I used to and I fear that my voice is being lost.

I've been sick this week and have missed two days of work because of that.  A further result: my home computer desk is the home base for two bottles of dayquil and one bottle of nyquil.  I've been feeding the cold ( Read more... )

Altering Conclusions is still moving along. Filming continues.

We were on location at a Massachusetts high school on June 17 (Faja's Day). Phil, the janitor, was a Godsend. He was interested in the project. He helped us acquire props and equipment. He even agreed to take the janitor role that was yet to be cast.

A few more school scenes are left to ( Read more... )

Summer may be here. It became difficult to determine this time around. I am not on a semester schedule. I haven't been on one for over a year now. Insert inference here ( Read more... )

It's Thursday. How cool is that? Yeah.

On Tuesday, I was awarded a promotion and a raise at work. Not bad for being in the city just under a year and being at the job for fewer than 10 months. Booya, grandma. Booya.

That'll be all for now as I'm only allowed 15 minutes on the library's computer.

I was checking my messenger bag front pocket to verify it contained my cell phone as I was leaving Sarah Quinn's on Tuesday night. There was a rush in my activity, because I had to catch the T. It was already after midnight and the stakes were high. My arm shot back away from the opening of my bag. The accidental placement of a protracted ( Read more... )

I'm having an existential moment here listening to Bob Dylan. I feel happy behaving in a way that even I might be willing to consider odd, listening to certain kinds of music that take me back to a former time. Bob Dylan helps me find memories of driving in my unfortunate escort hatchback. The past was easier-going or at least I was unaware of ( Read more... )

I was walking in Allston last night, about to cross Harvard Ave on Commonwealth, with Sarah Quinn. We had to stop because of traffic on Harvard and wait for the the signal to walk. A girl behind me is loud, drunk, and talking on a cell. She tells her friend on the other end, "I just got off at Harvard Square T-stop."

My life is perhaps off balance, but I'm working to achieve a better center. Sometimes I can fool myself into thinking things will be better next week or next month. Maybe they will be. Maybe. But this will happen only if I'm striving for that, each and every day. I think the problem is rooted to time management. If I make efforts towards ( Read more... )

Band of Horses - "The Funeral ( Read more... )