Trees: the Superior Source of Wood

Last night I dreamed and was able to remember the dreams again. I've missed dreaming. I love the level of detail my brain produces. Last night a portion of one of my dreams took place in a neighborhood with a jumble of architectural styles, but all of the houses were overshadowed - literally - by … Continue reading Trees: the Superior Source of Wood →

Good Omens

I'm three episodes in and adoring this adaption. (Mild spoilers.) I'm the type that usually finds screen adaptions of books I love to be woefully inadequate but this one has not left me disappointed, so far. A big part of it is definitely the casting. Watching Tennant's Crowley and Sheen's Aziraphale be flirty and oh-so-British … Continue reading Good Omens →

Saved From Faith

It's been 8 months since my brain apparently decided to reboot and defragment the drive. I haven't had a relapse into a major, lasting depression, in spite of major stressors like an upcoming move and relationship woes. I remembered the feeling of taking joy in my existence, and experienced it again, not as an echo … Continue reading Saved From Faith →

I Am A Leopard And Those Are My Spots

Rebooting is a double-edged sword (she said, mixing a reference to modern computers with an ancient metaphor about an archaic bladed weapon). On the one hand, my operating system and programs are loading back in. I'm feeling things I hadn't felt in so long that I had forgotten what they felt like in the first … Continue reading I Am A Leopard And Those Are My Spots →

Everybody Poops Poetry

I used to say my soul was full of prose, not poetry. I said this because I was afraid that deep down, there was a poet residing in me, a bad one with more fervor than skill, and that he was just waiting to drip overwrought melodrama onto a page. With prose you can build … Continue reading Everybody Poops Poetry →

Remembering Myself

Somehow my brain and memories are still knitting themselves back together, bringing feelings I'd forgotten back with them. Last night I was being socially anti-social, listening to music on my noise canceling headphones and people-watching rather than participating. I had a new song I'd discovered playing on a loop, and found, to my surprise, that … Continue reading Remembering Myself →

Hiding in the Corner of the Library

Thank god for noise canceling headphones. The girls wanted very badly to come to an event at the library today, so I dragged myself out of the house only to realize, to my dismay, that it's a very big event that's drawing quite a crowd. Half the event is outside, where it's warm and humid, … Continue reading Hiding in the Corner of the Library →