It’s autumn. Lehigh chases patches of sunlight from floor to the bed for their warmth, just as she sought out the cool of the bathroom tile in the summer. Last night was one of those last outbursts of New York street life where people go back to competing for outdoor tables, forgetting that just a… Continue Reading
Tag Archives: self examination
Grubby…
That’s how I feel right now: grubby. Like my every crevice contains a bit vaguely greasy crud. Some of it is internal, as I have something that may be a cold, or may not be, but which has definitely brought on scratchy throat and post nasal drip. Some of it is spiritual as I attempt… Continue Reading
Rip rig and panic
SIIGS means Self Induced Information Gluttony Syndrome. I just made that acronym up. And the syndrome too. But I’ve been living it for a while, dosing myself with nuggets of mostly distracting information via my phone and computers. My concentration has been slipping and after a few hours in the torrent of news snippets, I… Continue Reading
The Truth of It…
The truth of it is that it’s always better to call. I got some disturbing mail from the New York State Tax board this week, but after sitting on hold for about ten minutes, I was able to clear up the situation. I feel like I’ve faced just about every “bad outcome” that one could… Continue Reading
Half empty?
Made it down to teach. There were moments around five this morning when I was feeling pretty dark. So much had to happen and things like MTA were not co-operating. I was functioning on very little sleep, forgetting things and slamming around the house so much that I woke my downstairs neighbor, much to my… Continue Reading
A decision, of sorts…
I’m being offered exciting additional responsibility in my life. I’ve spent a full weekend having some serious meltdown about everything that I’m currently committed to. It’s affecting my emotions and my health, and so I’m going to take the excellent advice that some of you have offered me in the past: I’m going to let… Continue Reading
Not with a bang…
Got to work today to be greeted by a cordoned off Times Square, due to a mysterious van that had been parked there for a couple of days. Police were ushering people away, but providing no information. It was only hours later that I found out through CNN what had happened. I also found out… Continue Reading
I love you, Big Dummy…
I’m going to take a minute to love my screwed up brain. My brain that, once confronted with the notion that it has to get to work, immediately looks around my environment for something to change. My brain that says stuff like “I can’t possibly work until I: Download a new version of eeebuntu to… Continue Reading
Send in the questions…
How is it that I can barely write? And how is it that I’m constructing another post out of that feeling of inability? How is it that sitting at my desk with my browser open on the desktop machine is too distracting, but sitting hunched over my laptop here in bed in the worst ergonomic… Continue Reading
Forced, you think?
Cold air. A steady dry rustle from the trees on my block. Like my neighbors, I’m hauling the garbage and recycling to the curb. Clatter across the darkened street and I look up to see one of them, a man younger than me, as he shoves the bags and cans into position. We’re both a… Continue Reading