Do yourself a favor and download anything by Eva Cassidy. Fields of Gold is my new favorite, but I'm a sucker for a sentimental song ( Read more... )

It's half past four and the only one asleep here is the dog ( Read more... )

It's sad but true: the train of life moves on, and sometimes LiveJournal gets left behind on a distant station ( Read more... )

It had been a long day, and a hard one, so I sat at my desk and played love songs. I wanted to cry and take myself into my arms. I wanted to tell myself that things would be all right. But I didn't want to be dishonest, so all I did was listen to love songs. And for the next forty-five minutes, that was enough.

Some bastard has hacked into my ( Read more... )

Old age is just around the bend
And I can’t wait to go grey

And I’ll sit and wonder
Of every love that could’ve been
If I’d only thought of something charming to say.
- Death Cab for Cutie, The Sound of SettlingThere is a feeling I get in the wee hours of the morning, a feeling akin to shaking a Boggle box and realizing that, while the letters ( Read more... )

My (Chinese) New Year's Resolution:

To be a better (sweeter) husband.

It's not a SMART goal, but it is something that my wife deserves.

The Yule season has come and gone, leaving me strangely depressed. The blues hit me on the Feast of the Holy Innocents, appropriately enough, and since then I've been spiraling downwards; I wasn't meant to spend two weeks away from the office with nothing to do. In desperation I turned to my computers, spending endless hours on the PC and PS2. ( Read more... )

Me: This is Black Adder. It was a popular Britcom on the BBC. Recognize the two actors?
Pinky: No.
Me: (points) This is Rowan Atkinson, also known as Mr. Bean. (points again) And this is Hugh Laurie, also known as Dr. House.
Pinky: Holy COW.

This Monday's in Limbo. There aren't any throngs of students filling the hallways, only isolated pockets where one or two look around furtively, giggling against the loneliness of being the only few students within spitting distance in a school normally packed full of white-shirted adolescents. The mall down the road, in stark contrast, is ( Read more... )

Every so often my brain gives up on trying to organize all the information flowing into it. At any given moment it maintains complex plans for business development, city planning, deck construction, and financial growth - while keeping the plots of the two novels and whatever nonfiction books I’m currently reading separate. More than once I’ve ( Read more... )