September 5, 2005 | Friends

Blogging for Books is back and I can assure you that it tastes great, is less filling, and does not cause unsightly anal leakage.

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September 4, 2005 | Job? Huh?

The time has come, the walrus said, to realize that your desk is littered with legos and Polly Pockets and coloring book pages and trading cards….

Kidding. I’ve never met a talking walrus. Although it is true that my children tend to deposit all manner of items either on or near my computer, probably because that’s where they most often find me. I have asked them, time and time again, to please NOT leave their stuff all over my desk. I have begged, and I have pleaded. I have reminded them that the desk is for the computer, and working. I have pointed out that their accumulated toy miscellanea is leaving me precious little room for my diet coke cans, coffee mugs, water cups, and plates.

I just cannot understand why they don’t listen. Silly little kettles!

Anyway. Normally I just work around all that, but now, you see, I’ve started working on Becoming Official.
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September 3, 2005 | It's not a regret, it's an "experience"

Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.

–Carl Jung
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September 1, 2005 | Detritus

The television is currently limited to children’s channels and stuff recorded on the fake TiVo. I’ve topped out on my ability to absorb or handle any more news about the devastation in Katrina’s wake.

I did a lot of things today. None of them seem very important at the moment. Except one.

I walked outside late tonight and realized that Fall is on its way. The night air wasn’t just cooler than usual, it smelled different. Crisper. The leaves are starting to blow off the trees. The skin on my arms broke out in goosebumps while the little hairs all reached up to touch the breeze. I turned towards the big maple out front, trying to make out the individual leaves (wondering if they were changing color), and glanced up and realized that the sky was clear and teeming with stars. I stood transfixed, cold forgotten–everything forgotten–feeling very much a tiny but integral piece of the world for a moment.

Take some time to look at the stars this weekend. And don’t forget that The American Red Cross is accepting donations towards hurricane disaster relief and every little bit counts.