Some day, I'm going to be asked what my salary requirements are, and I'm going to know how to answer that question.

Today is not that day.

The past few weeks, or perhaps the month, have been attended by a bit of cycling. Not the intensity that would occasionally see me standing, arms akimbo, atop a pink cloud soaring 30,000 feet above the ground with the wind plastering my shirt against my chest, nor the valley-walking, my procession like that of the forest creature who winds his way ( Read more... )

Doctor's visits have the habit of occasioning my thoughts towards errant biology. Either the purpose or the outcome of the visit is something to do with the some corporeal betrayal or another. Right now, at this age, I rest at the interstices between an almost oppressively healthy adolescence and a potentially beleaguered middle age, this frontier ( Read more... )

YEAR-IN-REVIEW ROUNDUP

The 2015 Highlight Reel, Italics Edition

Oh boy. Here goes.

January: T ruminates on some of the difficult things he will have to do while home, finds solace in books, then, as he attempts to rebuild a bridge burnt, returns to Paris after its first terrorist attack of the year.

February: T frackin' loves the BSG pilot, ( Read more... )

Dinner with a girl on Sunday evening morphed into a bit of an existential boon when we came across a trio of black women attorneys next to us at the bar. Working in corporate law and government, they carry a bit of the unicorn in them, given that our profession on the whole is about 2% black. (An emphasizing point: the year I summer'd with a ( Read more... )

Broke through 40 pages today. Starting to fall back into the rhythm of morning writing. I grew derelict when I let social obligations get the better of me last week, but hopefully I'll be called upon on fewer occasions to make an appearance and can transition more gracefully into the writing-in-the-morning, study-in-the-evening phase of my ( Read more... )

I've finally gotten my ass to the boxing gym up in the Bronx. Right on Westchester Ave, a block or so from the 3 Av-149th St. stop on the 5. It's like someone took that original 2nd floor Hartford location and moved it 100 miles south, southwest. When I shelled out for my first three-month stint, the rates were even identical. And a blue facsimile ( Read more... )

Today is my first time back home since I moved to New York ( Read more... )

That time of year when the sun gets to setting around 8pm or so, a little before. From the living room back home in CT, you get the really spectacular sunsets; even when the daytime sky is cloudless, the evening sky will full with cumuli to catch the red and gold thrown up by the golden semi-orb on its way down ( Read more... )

Monday marked 10 years of Italics.

The very first entry on this LJ was August 10, 2005Facebook was TheFacebook.com. Arrival at campus for my first year of college was 10 days away. And whatever video game my cousin and little brother were playing was probably on our 1st Gen XBOX. Maybe our PS2. How many console generations into the past did we ( Read more... )