I get so much out of meditating

Throughout the day, whenever I'm working on something, I typically can see immediately what I need to work on to lead me to the next step. But it takes me a little bit to act out those inclinations. It's always like, "OK, so I've been mulling over this, and... oh yeah, I had a thought initially that directed me and it's the way I need to go."

Lost and Found

Conrad glanced from side to side, hurriedly scanning the topography of his room for the fourth time.

Katie (AKA Smackdab, AKA Krazie, AKA "All you guys", AKA Mamamamamamama)

I use completely different pathways when I write than when I speak.

A haiku for you
Mamamamamamama
How long is your name?

Things fall in line.

Katie and Elsa and I are moving to flee the perpetual fly infestation that has beset us over the last two months. I have mixed feelings toward this forced relocation. Our house has become ever more unsanitary, polluted, and dangerous for Elsa, so naturally moving to a house that is maintained with a very involved landlord is a boon for our health. I'm just sad we're leaving a more densely populated part of the city. I like living in a dense part of the city. I like being able to walk to Greenlake. I like walking to the shops on 65th. Our new place doesn't have any sidewalks, so hopefully we'll still get out and about.

Read between the lines

There are several ideas that I want to express, but either through lack of technique, practice, method, or insight, the ideas are never fully communicated. Like writing. I've had several things mulling around in my head for the last couple of months, but typing out the ideas never clicked nor did it even seem like the proper medium of expression. How cool would it be to write a story, or a long treatise, or even a journal? Cool, but self-defeating. I can't maintain a sense of direction with a open ended project. Why dwell on the minutia of every aspect of a topic when you can take it in all at once? Here's what I was about to write next, and we'll talk about it afterwards: How can you escape an existence in which the details of daily life passively and witheringly overwhelm overarching interests and passions?

The funniest answering machine message ever.

This American Life Episode # 203. Seriously. I had to stop listening to it mid-way through the story, because I couldn't hold back laughing out loud at work. This one's for you Reed.