A father and a son, and the Holy Spirit |
As far as I can remember I have felt that my dad has pushed more further than I can go; asked too much for my scrawny little muscles or mind; put too much pressure toward a goal I cannot reach. This i...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 23:01:00 GMT |
Meet My Co-Workers |
Target is darker at night. Literally; they turn most lights off and leave us with a dimmer work environment, which I am fine with for three reasons: a) energy conservation is important b) who really w...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 16:41:00 GMT |
Showers |
When I was in highschool I always got my best inspiration in the shower. We had this shoddy little bathroom in my corner of the house. It wasn't particularly different than the other bathroom, or othe...
Posted by on Fri, 09 Mar 2007 18:23:00 GMT |
A List |
...of why I am happy. I mentally compiled this during my ride home from work. Sorry it's long, but I figure I've written enough meloncholy blogs that I should balance it out. They are in order of how ...
Posted by on Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:29:00 GMT |
If I Were As Talented As Billy Joel, I'd Go Walking In My Sleep, Too. |
There's something wonderfully surreal about walking through a field at dusk, listening to the Postal Service, as a dog circles you. It's these times that my senses make things out to be more real than...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Feb 2007 01:13:00 GMT |
Weddings. |
Weddings.
I always thought it was strange that us kids weren't at my parents' wedding. As a kid, I saw the pictures and saw that everyone I knew was there except myself, Kaleb, Kyanne and Kamee. ...
Posted by on Wed, 07 Feb 2007 15:21:00 GMT |
narration. |
Sometimes I wish I had a narrator of my life. Someone to explain my actions, to add quirky reasoning to everything I did. I think I wish this because I wish for more significance. I think I w...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Jan 2007 00:17:00 GMT |
So this is Christmas |
I keep tasting cigarettes. I went to midnight mass tonight, and I kept tasting cigarettes, completely unable to stop it coming into my mouth, the illusion because I wasn't actually anywhere near a...
Posted by on Mon, 25 Dec 2006 02:48:00 GMT |
O Come, Emmanuel |
Christmas in China depresses the hell out of me. For our first few years, there were hardly any signs at all that the holiday even existed. More than that, it just always shakes me the way we talk a...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Dec 2006 16:00:00 GMT |
Wrong |
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I hate being wrong. When I'm wrong I feel insufficient like my undyed mustache (above).When I was in highschool I could never write essays. Don't get me wrong, I loved wr...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Nov 2006 01:48:00 GMT |
