Today marks the 25th anniversary of moving to Austin on July 28, 2000. Twenty-Five years. A quarter century. That thumbheaded kid who pulled into town on a bleary, humid Friday morning with a job and a carload of hope is still somehow here. But he’s not a hopeful kid anymore — he’s grizzled. The dotcom …
Category Archives: Journal
Dance Card
Life is what happens between phone calls. By logical extension, no phone calls, no life. Joking aside, I’m feeling a bit empty and solitary of late, leaving it to unstructured happenstance to cross paths with random acquaintances and not be alone for an hour or so. Fully-formed adults don’t do this, right? I should schedule …
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It’s disheartening when I see blogs disappear, go 404, totally vanish because the author closed up shop. I’m a big fan of blogging as a great activity to do, a good thing to keep doing. I want blogs to persist because I believe in them. I’ve had this domain for 25 years and have been …
Lesser Half
Called mother to wish her a happy father’s day. It’s our in-joke. Funny-ha-ha. I don’t have a father. Obviously, I do, but he has never been my father. I have never been his son. I’ve written about this before. Has that made me less of a man? Yes, it has. Every bit of being forward …
Unrestlessness
It’s a weekend day, and I find myself absolutely not wanting to be in my apartment. I get up, make breakfast, clean up, get dressed, and as soon as I can, I gotta get out the door. Where? Not home. Out there. My apartment is fine. It’s not a bad place. But it’s just where …