A Note for the End of the Year
I have not forgotten about this blog. Honestly, I’ve been in a funk and something of a personal crisis for the last couple of months, and it’s been rough. But…
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A Note for the End of the Year
UnF № 3: Symbolic Dominos, Part I
In about a year from now, the lease on my current apartment will be up. At that time, my partner and I will be moving, either to a new apartment…
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UnF № 3: Symbolic Dominos, Part I
UNF № 2: Some of the Dad Bod, None of the Dad
Small patterns of behavior often evolve into fully formed habits when left unattended in the shade of our disregard. Especially so when you’re treading water every day in a sea…
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UNF № 2: Some of the Dad Bod, None of the Dad
New in Personal Development: UNF, aka Unfucking
It is time to begin a period of transformation. Overdue and obvious, like a polka-dot elephant that got stuck in traffic. Let’s talk about UNF. UNF will be the shorthand…
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New in Personal Development: UNF, aka Unfucking
Declare War
From 2011, during my brief stint in slam poetry. I may record a reading if there's interest. Know is this: you are an empire of one. A singular sovereign nation…
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Declare War
Diving into Shojin Ryori
Shojin ryori, put simply, is Japanese Buddhist cuisine. Written 精進料理, the first two characters indicate devotion, diligence, and an adherence to a vegetarian diet, while the latter two characters indicate…
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Diving into Shojin Ryori
Resurrection
At this point, I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve deleted and later reestablished this site or other, older incarnations of my blog. The cycle is now familiar. First, the feeling of having something to say, but not having a suitable place to put it. Next, setting up a blog and posting some things on it. Last, getting frustrated/bored/depressed and scrapping the whole thing.
Every time I set up a blog, and every time I scrap a blog, I tell myself that’s it. But the cycle repeats. I wonder if this is the time it’ll stick.
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Resurrection
In a Vast, Sleepy Valley
In sleep, our world balloons endlessly as our dreams spin fibers of imagination into vast tapestries of otherness. These are shot through with pieces and parts of things drawn from…
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In a Vast, Sleepy Valley
Shine
If inanimate objects could gain knowledge through observation, automotive headlights could scare us with what they know. They would, at very least, have an understanding of human nature and the…
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Shine
The Sedan and the Salami
I was walking to the grocery store a couple of weeks before the end of the year when I made a discovery that was odd at the time, and would become more perplexing later. (more…)
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The Sedan and the Salami