muttered to myself @ the traffic light, Bathurst and College, TO composed in the car, northbound on Bathurst, 1.11.13, 11:30am He’s making his way into the bus shelter because clearly he should not get all those bandages wet. His head is a checkerboard of white band aids and scalp. A Read more
I’ve written in the past about being a lover of lists. Not necessarily lists of Bests and Worsts, they can be too simplistic. But I love that lists can make order out of chaos simply by lining up data. I have piles of books and notebooks full of quotes, aphorisms, Read more
I am sitting at the dining table from my childhood. It is at my sister’s house, which is much bigger than the house we grew up in. It is a dull gray day and I am looking out the window, contemplating the meaning of ‘home’. It is one month since Read more
Every day, we make choices. Life is full of choices. There are big-ticket decisions like where to go on vacation and everyday options like mustard or mayo. I talk a lot about conscious choices. I think that means more than making ethical choices about the food I eat or the Read more
It’s foggy up in command central these days. Great ideas are blinking off in the distance but I haven’t been able to guide anything for a clear landing. Other creative ideas have lined up on the runway, but are grounded and unable to take off. The sky will clear, that Read more
I ease up on the gas, maintaining a limit of 65. I do not ease up on my death grip on the steering wheel. I’m leaning forward, every muscle tensed and tuned into every sound coming from the car. I need to intuit what the eff is going on, and Read more
Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk 8 min in Glassell Park, CA It was on the second visit that Candice noticed the trend. Every ‘mystical’ person she’d crossed paths with had a wonky left eye. There must be some symbolism to it. Surely it validated their existence. The bulging eye of the Read more
“be there when you get there, but be *here* now” I found this ‘note to self’ in an old journal today; one of many journals and notebooks stuffed into the forest of cardboard cleared from storage. Perfect timing. My thoughts tend to race to the list of things I’m Read more