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In shaping a vision of my future, there are a few things I currently think I need in it:
a mentally stimulating project, good friends, a chair with a good light by it for reading, a place to go for long walks and/or a dog to take on long walks, no rules against candles, enough money to save a bit regularly for travel, other people to live with, a ( Read more... )

Is it late? yes, considering I have to be up at 7 am for another full day of taking care of the kids.  Am I on my way to bed? well...see for yourselves ( Read more... )

I think my Volleyball coach in 12th grade was right about me--I have a problem with authority.  At the time I told her, "If I wanted a fucking therapist I would go to a fucking therapist" and walked out.  It was a glorious moment.  But she had a point.  I don't like authority.

I don't like rules that tell me how to present myself--this is the worst ( Read more... )

Yesterday I missed my friend.

Today I found a new one.

Both because of poetry.  Last night I was excited by Mona Van Duyn's "Letter From a Father" and the end of Howard Nemerov's "The Blue Swallows":

O swallows, swallows, poems are not
The point.  Finding again the world,
That is the point, where loveliness
Adorns intelligible things
Because the mind's ( Read more... )

I brought in the New Year nearly the way I want to spend it.  Quietly, with an interesting book in hand (On Grief and Reason, Essays by Joseph Brodsky).  The only thing missing was a group of close friends around me.

I decided to skip the big party most, well, all of my friends at home, are at right now.  I felt a little bad, especially as a couple ( Read more... )

Thank you all for your comfort the other day ( Read more... )

College at its very best offers options:  The option to go on to law school or business school and work for or run a high-powered business, or to meet the perfect man and get married right out of graduation.  The option to receive grants to do crazy projects with no other purpose than to look for a purpose or meaning of life.  The option to get ( Read more... )

This morning I woke up and put on on Daniel Powter's Bad Day.  There was no particular reason, I just saw it on the list of music I have and thought, Hey, I'm in the mood for that.

It made me so homesick for my little messy half of a room across the hall from the bathroom with that damn radio playing the same ten songs over and over again at a ( Read more... )

I feel like I am just biding my time.

I am not doing much of anything in Seattle.  Unless, of course, you count watching (to date) one or two seasons of Alias, almost three correction: two of the West Wing and one of Six Feet Under, cleaning the kitchen twice a day (I now understand why my mom gets so frustrated with dishes being left in the sink), ( Read more... )