March 2010
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February 2010
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“When I was a boy, we were taught to be discreet and respectful of elders, but...”
– Hesiod, circa 800 BC. Proof the “good ol’ days” never existed.
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“You’re going to meet the most extraordinary men, the sexiest, brightest,...”
– Harvey Milk, “Milk.”
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Thinking about Saturday night movies and beer — maybe “Star Wars” because I’m flying (Han) Solo. Maybe eat a couple boxes of Girl Scout cookies and write myself into a corner trying to write myself back to you. It really was a swell day in Portland.
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This doesn’t make much sense (but it never really does). Said I was taking a drive to get some fresh air, but I left the windows up the whole drive. Dead silence — the kind of silence that screams at you. We are shadows of who we were. Or maybe it’s the other way around. Identify the mistakes you made in the past so you know what you’re doing when you make them again. ...
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“It’s better to be single than wish you were.”
– Eileen.
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Writing.
I am so out of practice it’s scary.
New things coming your way soon(er or later).
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So much to do, so much to say — so much that’s never said at all.
Real update coming for those who bother to tune in.
It’s good to be back in Portland.
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Last night in the midwest. Let’s make it a good one.
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The worst part of living life out of a suitcase: limited fashion options.
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The best part about being home: Coca-Cola and pop-tarts at 5 a.m. I’ll sleep on the flight back to Portland.
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The Midwest makes me think. Change, change, change — stay the same. A part of the world’s biggest inside joke or sleeping through someone else’s dream. Either way it doesn’t make much sense to me. It’s like how everyone says, “I don’t care what they think,” but you know they do. Or how “better off in the long run,” is the way you...