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Scott

About Me

Read the blogs...or ask...conversation is not a lost art, contrary to popular belief...it merely takes active participation.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

Myself ten years ago and tell myself everything I know now, but I probably would've been too stupid to listen.

My Blog

5 beers, no food

3 beers in... Sitting with my best friend and a lady friend... She hints (by drinking nothing but water then professing her love for Jager) that she needs another drink... I buy a round, my friend is ...
Posted by on Sat, 22 Apr 2006 01:06:00 GMT

Senior Companion...

So, I'm volunteering my time at a local assisted living location to spend time with elderly residents who have little or no family or friends or at least not ones who visit too often.  I'll just ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 22:04:00 GMT

moments like these...

never enough time, so we take what we can, defining our lives by moments marked by crescent red moons in our palms, clutching them tightly until they slip through our fingers, waxing and waning.
Posted by on Fri, 10 Feb 2006 06:41:00 GMT

Tropism and adaptation...

Light is constant. Things change... even when perceptions may not or won't. Old habits die hard, regardless of desires to change them. Here I am, threatened to be broken like a habit, something ingra...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 23:11:00 GMT

Hesitation

I figured myself doomed to be named an imposter due to the claim of fostered feelings which actions did not express. Actions sometimes speak louder than words, though sometimes silence is heavier a...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 23:04:00 GMT

Shine like the sun...

Moonbeams are echoes, sunbeams are original. I don't want to be an echo, remembered only in lesser reverberations. I want to shine.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:54:00 GMT

Whisper...

I shuffle the deck with shovel hands, wreck cars with rubber bands, blow away the stars with paper fans and still don't understand how.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:50:00 GMT

Homing pigeon?

The invention of derision was a decision to pigeonhole a smidgeon of the community, leading to a division of that unity.
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:46:00 GMT

POW!

It was casual conversation, though minimal consideration was involved. With subject rotation, we revolved, danced around the point, KO, the finishing punch, taking jabs at eachother, ending with...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:44:00 GMT

Rain checks don't have to be saved for a rainy day...

Ive been sequestered away, like a nun, investing in days passed in solitude.   While this can be viewed as running from my problems, I am instead embracing them, making sense of them which is a...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Jan 2006 22:34:00 GMT