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Thursday, March 23, 2006


There is a day when my surface is stripped bare and I stare reality dead in the face. I wonder then at the extremity of angst, the effusive nature of happiness, and what lies beyond forever.

Thankfully, this day doesn't often come around. The rest of the time I am content to find pleasure in simplicity. These are the days I prefer.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006


If I had set out to construct a horror chamber, full of all the things he hates, I could not have done a better job.

The walls were hospital-green, the air thick with talcum powder, liniment and stale popcorn. The chairs were cold and metal, and the band a throwback to decades long before we were born.

To me, it was a slice of Lake Wobegon. I watched prim octogenarians shuffle through the dances of their youth and couldn't stop grinning.

To him, it was sheer torture. But he stayed, and he smiled, for me. And I love him more because of it.


The van that passed me on the highway this morning was a respectable white - plain, unoffensive. Discreet lettering on its side read "Infantile Paralysis Foundation."

And for the rest of the morning all I could think of was how sad it is that such a need exists.

Saturday, March 04, 2006



Two bare

Detroit airport


This is Sydney. I guess she gets cold easily.