Two possibilities exist: either we are alone in the Universe or we are not. Both are equally terrifying. ― Arthur C. Clarke
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life worth living
Starting over
The home sale is done. I moved in 2 days ago. The house is still empty, until I get my belongings out of storage. (Interesting to note that everything I own fits in a 10’x10′ storage unit). Starting over is scary shit. But it’s not like there’s an alternative. Can Continue Reading
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self-improvement
Life is hard.
It’s hard, right now. It’s been almost a year since Heidi broke things off. And I am still living there, for various reasons. And I think we both try really hard to make the best of it. But life is life. There will be good times and bad times. But Continue Reading
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quotes
Unexpected intrusions of beauty
Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is. ? Saul Bellow
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quotes
Advice on Life
Hello, babies. Welcome to Earth. It’s hot in the summer and cold in the winter. It’s round and wet and crowded. At the outside, babies, you’ve got about a hundred years here. There’s only one rule that I know of, babies—God damn it, you’ve got to be kind. — Kurt Continue Reading
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enjoy
There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. – George Santayana
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events
2009 in Photos
I just posted my annual collection of photos, for 2009. (Yes… a little late). Same as always: It’s a collection of photos I took last year. The criteria for inclusion is subjective. Some I liked for technical reasons. Some for aesthetic reasons. Some were important events or people, (or cats). Continue Reading
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intangibles
sappy shit
I haven’t tried to make New Year’s resolutions since I was in elementary school. And I’d surely break every one of them if I tried now. But I’m not going to try. It doesn’t fit with the way I handle those kinds of things. But the New Year does make Continue Reading
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friends
morning
I have always liked wandering around in cities at ridiculous hours. Everything takes on a surreal quality. I used to work a semi-third shift at a newspaper, and would come home at 3, 4, or 5 in the morning, in a small town. And everything was quiet. It was when I first notice that night time tends to have no weather. Especially no wind. It’s a Twilight Zone episode, where you’re wandering around an abandoned city and nothings moving. My favorite memory of that job and those people happened when two of my coworkers, driving home from the same job, pulled over and started a snoball fight, in a suprisingly bright street at 3am.