I have spent my life chasing. I have been chasing my dreams since I was young. I can feel it like a little flutter inside my stomach. It's this sort of feeling of my being alive for a purpose...an almost tangible knowledge of destiny. Any path doesn't fall within this chase, I will reject it.... Continue Reading →
In my elementary school word history class, we studied nomads. We learned that they lived in a place for a short time, and then packed up and moved when they got tired of it. I thought this was wonderful. A lifestyle of impermanence, not tied to anyone or anything. Free to blow in the wind...I had no... Continue Reading →
Stress. It's that generational buzzword we broadly attribute to all manner of facing complexities in the first-world. We have a great reverence for stress. We wear it almost like a badge of honor. "I am stressed, therefore I must somehow be important." Once we have diagnosed ourselves as "stressed," we can tap into a vast... Continue Reading →
Today I've been thinking about cliche girls. I missed that class in junior high, I guess. Because I'm just not cliche. I don't really like chocolate. I'll enjoy a candy bar once in a while, but I've never understood the propensity to go gaga over chocolate. I hate Chipotle. I prefer real Mexican food instead.... Continue Reading →
Son can you play me a memory. I'm not really sure how it goes... Some people measure their lives in photographs. I measure mine in music. I'm a sentimentalist, but not much of photographer. I don't have photos on my desk or walls. I have to remind myself to take photos at opportune moments, telling... Continue Reading →
Some days I love my work. My fingers fly across the keyboard like they were born for this moment. Other days, I drag myself out of bed somewhere around 11 am, mechanically pour the coffee, and then walk the ten feet to my office to churn out crap that makes me wonder if I should... Continue Reading →
