Over a month since my last post, and today’s the last day of June, so I should probably make a post. Not like there are any ad metrics to game, but ok. Lot on my mind, and it’s all white noise. TV static. June hasn’t been kind.
Tag Archives: Journal
Eros: Miss, I’m Sore
I was bemoaning to a friend earlier tonight, what with the major icy weather event we’re having here in Austin, that I seldom get holed up in my house long enough that I connect with my creative drive to produce something artistic. The weather here is just so nice year round (until it is definitely …
Missed Connections
I’ve forgotten how to relate. Spent a lifetime of thinking the possibility of a relationship was more important than having a relationship. Work has to go into it to bring it value. But, no. I focused on the possibility. And now it’s no longer possible. I’m an old man. The end.
9-19-91 First Journal
(transcript of the first page of my first written journal, in my 2nd year of college at OBU) 9-19-91 4:05PM: This is my personal journal. It’s my goal to write down my thoughts, feelings, etc., when I feel like I need to. Perhaps it could be a key to find out who or what I …
Light and Weight
In my backpack, I’ve been carrying some manner of a spiral-bound paper journal with me everywhere since 1991. It contains my darker, more personal journal writings, stuff that doesn’t need to see the light of day (or the long tail of the Internet). I’m nearing the last blank college-ruled page of my current spiral notebook, …