A year ago, I made my usual March entry noting with increasing nods of the knowing that March is my launchpad month. Slayer of Winter, art thou here again? Alas, I had no fucking clue what was about to happen. Last March launched a series of non-events that have left me in a lurch of … Continue reading Et tu, Ides of March?
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42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
As I sat in my chair today, a mysterious feather-thieving wind whipped through my office. I had been distracted before its arrival—by many things for many measures of time—and came to full attention at its most subtle stirrings. I did not see this wind, nor did I feel its suggestion on the hairs of my … Continue reading 42 VI, or The Pleasures of Change
42 V
I suppose I drifted off there for a bit. Life is currently taffy being pulled on a hook—sometimes I'm piled on, stuck in place and frozen between layers just right on the hook, and sometimes I'm on the stretchy bit and time slips away into distance. Something I feel I need to voice is this … Continue reading 42 V
42 IV
In this, my 42nd year of existence as a human being, I'm dedicating myself to charging forward randomly into new frontiers of discovery about myself and the rest of the universe. I've decided that I've spent enough of my life observing and processing what's been going on around me that I've grown a bit restless. … Continue reading 42 IV
42 III
When I started this blog, it was dedicated mostly to my fiction pieces that were expendable. I didn't really have any full investment of time in them—most were written in one sitting from random topics or fleeting visions. I interjected a few rants, some personal entries, maybe a review or two. For the most part, … Continue reading 42 III
42 II
When I realized my 42nd birthday was coming up, I decided I wanted to do something to mark the occasion while paying tribute to Douglas Adams, whose novel The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy, of which "42" has become synonymous with, also turned 42 this year. The novel, which I didn't read until after I … Continue reading 42 II
42
Today was intended to be different. It had been my plan to be about 14,000 feet above sea level in the San Juan Mountains right now, but this has been a strange year so far. Like many people out there right now, my plans have changed. Alas, chaos. Today wasn't going to be just about … Continue reading 42
Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?
I've never been a January resolutionist. I mean, honestly, I've tried, I just fail repeatedly. There's something overly oppressive about January and February that just impedes progress for me. Perhaps it's the cold, the fewer hours of sunlight, or the usual gap between holidays that afford me a day off from work and school. Most … Continue reading Slayer of the Winter, art thou here again?
Godhood of the Infinitesimally Small 