December 2011
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Lost Things
I can’t find it. Sometimes my head feels bursting full…pounding…pounding….with ideas, thoughts, suspicions, musings, brilliance and silliness and sadness and everything…just pounding…pounding…inside this tiny little skull. But I can’t find it. The conduit, the pipe, the through-way, the bridge…the bridge over the gap, the gap between all the...
Some recent ramblings on getting older
It is age. Old age that takes you, like slow creeping vines winding their way around you, and eventually, somewhere mid life you fin old age has it’s worked way to your heart. You discover that you are settling. That survival is enough. That every part of you that was afire in this lifetime has dimmed. The heat has all gone and I settle. Shivering in my cubicle, my empty house, my quiet,...
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September 2011
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juan-o asked: Well, let's see those drawings!! :)
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Wasting About 45% of My Life: Not Cool
Last night I was able to run, work on a blog post (technical difficulties have delayed it’s apperance though), and get some necessary shopping done.
Do you ever feel frustrated at such limited time? Sometimes, I feel like this giant bird, strapped down to a piece of concrete, straining to spread my wings. Pardon the cliché, it’s just…how do we find it acceptable to waste so...
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bryanthephotogeek asked: of course! Geek squadron from twitter ha.
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I've been away for a while...
I know I’ve been away. Such silence, such absence…I took a sabbatical. So I have churned and spun and thought and analyzed and now I’M BACK!
Think of this as Dawson 2.0. I’m starting up Tumblr again. I’m pursuing a “real” blog (http://www.ninetofiveescape.com) and working on a new business idea soon to be launched at http://www.rightbrainsleft.com.
As...
November 2010
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“True love is an act of total surrender.”
– Paulo Coelho (via kari-shma)
October 2010
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People-Animals
Don’t Look
Don’t Listen
Don’t Think
Don’t Care
People Are Dangerous Animals.
Last Night's Dream
I don’t usually remember my dreams particularly, just bits and pieces, but this one was incredibly vivid.
Last night I dreamed that I was having an affair with a beautiful blonde woman (odd, I have never been attracted to blondes and, as such, never dated one). For those who have seen Battlestar Galatica she looked vaguely like Six…not exactly, but that sort of typical blone, blue...
It's he.........eere.... →
If you’re on Twitter you probably heard about Neil Gaiman’s suggestion that is being call “All Hallows Read”. On his blog this morning was a link to a website describing. It is, in my opinion, a spectacular idea. Going to see what I can dig up to gift to someone.
A Quick Rant and Business And Social Media
I was trying to sell one of our VPs on using social media as part of our marketing strategy. Her response was this:
“I’m not really worried about. I mean, the office managers and billers we work with aren’t on Twitter and Facebook.”
*sigh* Oh, you poor, poor sad sap. You can’t see it can you? You’re older, and you come from a generation that doesn’t...
“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world....”
– Neil Gaiman (via julie911) (via quote-book)
Apparently it’s writing re-blogging day for me!
“Language allows us to reach out to people, to touch them with our innermost...”
– Simon Van Booy (via wearebasiclight) (via quote-book)
Who Are You?
Do you know
Who you are
When there is nothing left?
When everyone has left
and your life is blanketed in silence.
When the only sound
is your own heartbeat.
Who do you become?
Are you quiet and serene?
Restless and afraid?
Swift and angry?
Do you know who you are
when you’re alone?
bruj said: wait. wonder what? you sorta wonder if in the face of almost certain death if you could be some sort of hero? or are you the lay down and die sort hoping you have accomplished everything in life you wished? or did you protest?
I’m not a lay down and die type....
What does apocalypse mean to you?
Last night I went on a late night run to the grocery store for taco fixings. Prior to that I slept for about four hours midday. And on my way back from the store I had this thought:
I would totally do better in life if there were some Earth shattering catastrophe. Like a zombie outbreak. Or an alien invasion.
Perhaps I have just been watching too much Battlestar Galactica, but something occurred...
Damaged Goods
This day should have been easy. Quick, only mildly painful. Like ripping off a band aid. But I came home, and I laid down and I dreamed of you.
I keep trying to leave you behind. I look away when we pass each other in the hall. Focus on other people when we are stuck in meetings together. I flew across the fucking country, TWICE. I keep trying to leave you behind.
But you are in every dream....
