Thursday, October 11, 2007

Bumper Sticker

I have a new favorite bumper sticker, seen on the way to work today:

"If you're not outraged, you're not paying attention."

Sadly, true. And, sadly, I think I've stopped paying attention.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007


Tonight was one of those moments that stick with you. After taking a short walk around the neighborhood after dark, the kid and I stretched out in the back of our pickup, gazing up at a surprisingly full starry sky. Which one of those stars was the sun to a race of beings we may never know? What do they look like? How do they communicate? You could just see the wheels turning and the excitement in his eyes.

I think the memories are there to be made, we just have to grab them and not let go.

Monday, October 8, 2007

Easy Targets

It's so easy to redirect frustration on those that don't deserve it. Probably because those who deserve it can make your life miserable.

Quote of the Day

Overheard in the hallway today (Monday):

"I have sort of an ambient hangover thing today." - random sorority girl

Friday, October 5, 2007

Climate Change?

What happened to all the breathtaking sunsets? As I was admiring tonight's sparse, wispy pink clouds, it occurred to me that my "sunset standards" have been dramatically lowered. I can't remember the last time when a sunset made stand in a slackjawed stupor -- the kind where the clouds ripple and burn with a fiery orange glow, slowly simmering into the deep blue, rising night sky.

Global warming? It's more like global dulling.

Thursday, October 4, 2007


Just started reading This Is Your Brain on Music: The Science of a Human Obsession by Daniel Levitin. Although it's hard to give a thumbs up or down after just a handful of pages, it's certainly interesting so far. For what promises to be a "scientific" book, Levitin has an accessible writing style. I'm particularly interested in any insight into why my brain seems to be so wired to music. Ever since the advent of the iPod -- which gave me pinpoint control over my musical environment -- music in some form illustrates and enlivens my waking hours. It's become hard to work in silence; although on the flip side, I now find it hard to fall asleep listening to music.


The calm night begins to stir
Black sky fills with violent charge
Lightning rolls in blinding succession
I move to cover
But it is too late
The electricity scampers around my feet
Lifting me, throwing me
A plaintive groan

(This was based on a dream that woke me up at 3am this morning)

Tuesday, October 2, 2007

On the Eve of Middle Age

Middle aged? A strange concept for me. Perhaps working in a college town helps retain a younger, college mentality, but I'll freely admit the difficulty in grasping my entry into "late-30-somethingness." I'm not worried about growing older. I'm confounded that I don't feel older. Forty is right around the corner, and I'm yet to feel like the "grown-up" my parents and their cohorts appeared to be at my age.

Maybe "growing up" is a myth.
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