I am in here.
I hate getting older — it forces me to readjust my preconceptions of what “young” is constantly. “Thoroughly unprepared, we take the step into the afternoon of life; worse still, we take this step with the false assumption that our truths and ideals will serve us hitherto. But we cannot live the afternoon of life … Continue reading qotd 2
My Official Title For years, I’ve struggled to define my path. People ask what I “do” for a living, and it’s difficult to give them a specific title. Writer? Entrepreneur? Geek? They just don’t work, because I’ve always done things differently. from [Chris Pirillo] That’s a lot like my own dilemma when people ask me … Continue reading self-definition
I am working my way, fairly quickly, through Chaim Potok’s My Name is Asher Lev. On this coming Wednesday, I lead the monthly lunchtime book-club talk on it. I first read the book at the request of my high school English teacher. I had other English teachers at that school, but half the years, she … Continue reading My name is…
Last night, I entertained myself thorougly by trying to start a fire (in the fireplace) with the damp wood I found on sale at Wild Oats when I went to get dinner items. I have been way too lazy to order a half a cord, so I must subsist on cheap wood that is damp. … Continue reading where I go in my dreams
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