Hi Internet
Moving house this weekend, to move in with Kim. I don't want to talk too much about how awesome that is, because some feelings are worth holding on to, instead of releasing them to the world. She's the one that needs to know these things, the rest of you can just look on in awe, rather than reading massive explanations.
I have some things to bitch about too. But I don't like bitching in writing (and the bitching is not about Kim).
Sal Khan is pretty damned cool.
Watched The Boy Who Could Fly on Sunday night, and appreciated it much more than I did when I was 11. For one thing, I had a shoulder to cry on, it's not an easy movie to watch. (But if he loved her that much, why leave? It's not as upsetting as Revolutionary Girl Utena where the romantic fantasy is replaced with something else, but the movie had been so real in so many ways, that it's hard to accept that real people do walk away from the people they love. Even if real people really do that.)
Watching Sal Khan makes me want to write about Chinese philosophy again. Although, I'm starting to think that I've studied philosophy widely and deeply enough that I have my own philosophy. But I don't know what to say without imagining an audience.
I know the self-help story that I really want to tell. It's called When I Stopped Hitting My Wife. These days, I think it has a better chance of being a story of how I found a better way to live and less of a horrible, painful confession.
I have some things to bitch about too. But I don't like bitching in writing (and the bitching is not about Kim).
Sal Khan is pretty damned cool.
Watched The Boy Who Could Fly on Sunday night, and appreciated it much more than I did when I was 11. For one thing, I had a shoulder to cry on, it's not an easy movie to watch. (But if he loved her that much, why leave? It's not as upsetting as Revolutionary Girl Utena where the romantic fantasy is replaced with something else, but the movie had been so real in so many ways, that it's hard to accept that real people do walk away from the people they love. Even if real people really do that.)
Watching Sal Khan makes me want to write about Chinese philosophy again. Although, I'm starting to think that I've studied philosophy widely and deeply enough that I have my own philosophy. But I don't know what to say without imagining an audience.
I know the self-help story that I really want to tell. It's called When I Stopped Hitting My Wife. These days, I think it has a better chance of being a story of how I found a better way to live and less of a horrible, painful confession.