In my last post, I mentioned that if I were to choose a mythological creature to represent how I see myself today, I might choose a centaur. It actually had not occurred to me until I wrote the first half of that sentence and had to spend half an hour on Wikipedia refreshing my knowledge of mythological creatures to pick three that I liked; but ( Read more... )

Well, after a nice bout of naval-gazing, I'm in the mood to do something whimsically ethical. So, here's hoping I make this a randomly recurring series!

Today I. . .

. . . followed links through Urban Dictionary voting down sexist/racist/homophobic/etc. definitions and voting up more compassionate, measured ones.

Day 19: Something you regret

Absolutely nothing.

Don't get me wrong, there are thing in my past that make me wistful, where I occasionally think "I wonder what life would be like if. . ."

But I have no use for regret. I am who I am because of all the decisions I have made up to this point, and since I am largely content with who I am I can't regret a ( Read more... )

A friend of mine in high school once demonstrated that he knew me too well -- better even than I knew myself at the time. He told me, with some exasperation, that I didn't actually like cold weather (something I firmly pronounced every time it turned grey and rainy -- not often in L.A.); I just liked to be different. I did not thank him for that ( Read more... )