The crowing harpy speaks as if it is some objective truth and there is only one place such conviction could possibly rise from… it was given to her as such by another… and there is only one person who could do that. As for me — the oracle trope in play, again, as usual. You would think I’d know better than to let this script run. Once again, Tong Len and nothing but the same for it. I know it isn’t supposed to matter… sorry, still human.

someone threw this word at me today. i admit, i had no idea what it meant, so looking at it, i made up a definition — a fear that you’re going to remain celibate. heh. pr0noia. turns out that isn’t even close. and also turns out i am pronoid! damn. another label… but you know, this one i might keep. http://www.pronoia.net/

well… here we go again. but this one has been around for ten years and seems to actually have action happening… reckon we’ll see how it goes.. http://www.bornmagazine.org/

thoughts to a friend on a recent circumstance still being buried.

archival email in which the many layers of illusion are removed and simple truths, said. it always amazes me that, no matter how many times i tell people ‘do not treat things you read here as true, often they are blended fact and fiction’ – they insist and persist upon doing it. always, always to their detriment. and, for a rare moment, admitting, this is not fiction in any way, shape, fashion, or form.

life is a rollercoaster and damn if its designer isn’t the most fiendishly sadistic motherfucker i ever met.

well… nothing’s ever as you expect, but that isn’t always a bad thing.

about to depart for naw’th care-line-uh (grin) and parts thereabouts. will be staying the weekend if i can ever get in touch with my friend living there. funny moment, my daughter hears i’m going to this interview and says to me (in a very stern, serious voice, mind you), “you make sure you email me that address before you go, ok?” heh. the tables slowly turn! i hear there is a coffee shop on the hilltop nearest the place. looking forward to that too…. but, for now, packing, getting paperwork and portfolio neatly stored, and then, prepping the large container […]

third person dreams. bleh.

tomorrow, i’m making a six hour drive for what is, effectively, an informational interview. regardless of outcome, a new friend is made, which makes me smile.