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Adult Concerns: October 2012
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Saturday, October 27, 2012. I'm not sure. He does have three mirrors in this room, though. How did this happen to me? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Want Blog Too. Built on an Indian Graveyard. Secret Confessions of a Traveling Spouse. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Adult Concerns: September 2012
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Tuesday, September 25, 2012. My proudest moment in all my dealings with New Orleans youth. Don't mind him, he just don't have home training," a girl told me as the laughter died down. Something was going to have to happen soon. I decided on reconcilliation and wordlessly approached him with my hand extended. I guess I moved towards him too quickly, because he said "WHOA! And began backing away. Seizing the opportunity, I suddenly broke into a full sprint. He shouted "WHOAAAA! Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Adult Concerns: Carpet
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Monday, February 6, 2012. We just moved across town into a new house. And I mean new. In a city. What's not to love? But another reason is that I think I like living in a new house like this! How much do such underlying aesthetics improve quality of life once you're actually living there? And when everything is coated thick with a layer of all your stuff anyway, what difference does it make? I like the prefab comfortableness of this environment, frankly. Faceless, yes, but so what? I mean, I guess the be...
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Adult Concerns: December 2013
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Wednesday, December 25, 2013. These colors are much better than Christmas colors. The December treeline at sunset isn't itself contemptuous of human life, or even indifferent. Its observation is more that of a drug court bailiff, silent and geometrical, flooded daily with the frantic protestations of sentenced meth heads blabbering lies before the bench, whatever the bench is. Tuesday, December 24, 2013. But smugness is usually (always? And on you, now that you've read this. Merry Christmas! Going to sad...
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Adult Concerns: November 2013
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Tuesday, November 5, 2013. Writing is the way out and up. Or one way. Sometimes. Thirty minutes, go]. Even to me they seem only like frustrating lapses of will until I remember the truth: an enemy concealed in my mind seeks at all times to destroy me. Weakness is the means, not the end: it allows the enemy to gain a foothold and begin its gleeful slicing. So what do these attacks look like? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Want Blog Too. Built on an Indian Graveyard. Secret Confessions of a Traveling Spouse.
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Adult Concerns: August 2012
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Sunday, August 12, 2012. I stayed up late last night watching the Perseid meteor shower from a canoe drifting through a silent lake. Despite the light pollution from the nearby town, it was a good show. We even saw at least one bolide. Comin in from all directions. Or, chewing placidly. Who do I work for now, you might ask? As usual, it would be imprudent to discuss directly. Let's just say that, in a sense, this person. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Want Blog Too. Built on an Indian Graveyard.
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Adult Concerns: Christmas Goblin
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Tuesday, December 24, 2013. It's just past noon on Christmas Eve and there is a sweet sunny chill in Little Rock, clear blue skies above the dun, broom-bristle grass of Arkansas winter. I am sitting in my apartment about to drive to my parents' house, some two hours west from here. I am sitting in my apartment with hate in my heart. This is the year that I hate Christmas. I hate the sentiments, the fellowship and goodwill and family togetherness. For some of us. But smugness is usually (always?
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Adult Concerns: September 2013
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Sunday, September 1, 2013. It starts slowly. It starts with coffee. I drink some cups in the morning and read the paper. That's a good start to the horror - there's so goddamn much of the paper and it's all goddamn important, I don't care what you say, but is it more important than those magazine articles? Than my own mother. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Want Blog Too. Built on an Indian Graveyard. Secret Confessions of a Traveling Spouse. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Adult Concerns: May 2015
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Thursday, May 28, 2015. This is a second test. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I Want Blog Too. Built on an Indian Graveyard. Secret Confessions of a Traveling Spouse. This is a second test. Simple template. Powered by Blogger.
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Adult Concerns: Part 2
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Tuesday, December 10, 2013. Does consciousness deteriorate over time? Not cognition, not self, but consciousness. It feels like it. It feels like sentience is receding, even as thoughts and feelings remain. There's a sense of deteriorating insulation. Ever-accelerating flow of time means excessive experiences and not enough framework to fit them in. Things don't fall apart so much as they pile up on the floor. Too many things, but never enough things to satisfy. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
