• My favorite holiday came and went already, and I was offline, celebrating it as it should be: shopping for pumpkins at the Farmers’ Market downtown and carving Jack-o’-Lanterns to put outside. Only two Trick-or-Treaters came since it was a bit… more ›

  • “I’m free–free falling.” Despite the relative stability of my life now–a definite work schedule, a definite class schedule, the fact that this schedule will remain the same until the beginning of December–I still feel like I’m falling through this world.… more ›

  • We erected silos of concrete and steel where once stood a tree of forgiveness. The branches we hacked to pieces, chopping the precious wood to bits to feed the flames of our discontent. We wrote bad poetry and called it… more ›

  • “Damaged people are dangerous: they know they will survive.” I’m still lost in the dance of the lost man. Everyday my bitterness eats away at my insides, making me more and more mad at the world. Coughing up blood-flecked phlegm… more ›

  • Last night I was overwhelmed by the sheer randomness of life. What are the chances that one of my ancestors would leave his home to move to America? Not knowing a single thing about my family history prior to my… more ›

  • I’ve been writing on this site for almost a year. Of course, over the past several months I’ve barely written at all for lack of inspiration and because of my own stifled/stifling creativity. I do, however, now have some good… more ›

  • I have become such an American! After the past seventy-five minutes in traffic, I now see that I am nothing more than a cog in the great American machine–another blip on the gridlock. And as I sit waiting for traffic… more ›

  • My sleek, black and sweet cat Griga is a cancer survivor. He underwent surgery last week to remove a small lump on the top of his head; this week the tests came back positive. Now he looks like a little… more ›

  • I have my impatience with the stupid masses in check today. I am also overjoyed not to be at Belo nor to be substituting today at Sunset High. Stephen took me to a Thai cafe for lunch, and I’ve been… more ›

  • The day I received a letter from the U.S. State Department stating that I did not rank sufficiently high enough to be considered further for a position as an officer, I discovered a hole in my Dr. Marten boots. I… more ›