It was a gorgeous night for a walk. Cool but not cold, with a brisk breeze. The sky was clear, for once, which meant I could see the stars - and had a perfect view of the bright crescent moon hanging in the western sky. I reflected on my progress over the last couple of … Continue reading Your Lifetime Chance Of Feeling Embarrassed Is 100%
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
Haunted Music
Well that was an eerie and emotionally brutal experience. I've listened to music I enjoyed in my teens and early adulthood before, and sometimes it's brought back bad memories and left a bad taste in my mouth, and sometimes I've laughed and felt embarrassed over the teenage angst that I associate with certain songs. This … Continue reading Haunted Music
If You’re Christian, You Probably Don’t Want To Be Here
I was raised as an evangelical Christian. I write about that experience occasionally. I don't have nice things to say about it. Right now I'm very bitter about my conservative Christian upbringing and what it did to my life and the precious years I wasted, suffering intensely while trying to shape myself and my life … Continue reading If You’re Christian, You Probably Don’t Want To Be Here
On A Good Day 