The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean,
and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say,
God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words
get it wrong. We say bread and it means according ( Read more... )

I'm home. It always feels good to get away so that I can hurry back and appreciate all that I have here. California was good and I will write more about it later. But for now, I'm home. I'm bloody exhausted (having driven over 2000 miles in that last week) and received some unsettling news upon my return. I think I may have developed a slight ( Read more... )

Yes, it's true. I still have love for California no matter how much I might complain about the heat, the conservative South, the crazy-ass family, and the Governator. In fact, I am driving through the horrendous heat tomorrow to go back to a place of my childhood that I haven't been to in six years (a long time considering my family goes a couple ( Read more... )

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I just finished reliving part of my 80s childhood with a most *excellent* movie ( Read more... )

Weary from the day, I crawl slowly into bed. My mind races ( Read more... )

Long day at work...but a good day in general. Finally starting to feel like part of the team and making work friends. Working with fun and interesting people makes the shift so much better, especially when one flamboyant co-worker loves to sing show-tunes. Good times ( Read more... )

I believe that phrase and the substance itself shall haunt me while I sleep tonight ( Read more... )

Goodness...I didn't realize how late it was ( Read more... )

Got off work a little earlier than anticipated -- always a good thing when earlier means before midnight. Finally got some guidance, information, instruction, and tips about the job. Also a good thing. In cleaning one theater tonight, I found $5 in one row, then $12.50 in another row. I was stoked until a girl came running back in to grab the $ ( Read more... )