Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Surely This Is Self-Inflicted

I think I used to be enamored with cities as they provided different backdrops to constantly mark events as poignant memories. I was here when that happened...

Music provides the same memory marker. Many of the albums I own have been tainted with the going-ons of relationship or personal troubles, or with the constant grind of life during certain periods.

I wish my mind could remember using nature and time as markers instead, or maybe just the uniqueness of the moment. Different ways to classify events in memory in the context of what's always available and not always the material--restaurants, buildings, clothing, music, etc.

I need to go buy a bulletin board for uplifting quotes to get me through the more difficult of days.

What do you think?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008


After suppressing it to a small flicker, the urge to write is returning to me slowly. With time, after immersing myself back in literature, the old prose engine should be at least sputtering.

Back from Seattle accompanied by digital photographs and new friends (Sam, Chrissy...) and potential long-term friends (Jon); unfortunately we will only be communicating via Internet/Snail mail/tele until one of us decides to visit the other.

I miss my best friends. I miss being so close to cultural openings, good food, good music, great people and beautiful surroundings, above and around me.

I have a feeling that this year is going to be more rough than the last, but I have more strife and courage and energy.