Better Living Through Introspection

Wasabi
When will the madness end? The problem here is that, no matter how tired I am of this Budweiser commercial (which I am steadfastly *not* linking to!), it still makes me laugh. This is probably some indication of deeper-lying problems that I’ll have to deal with on my own time.

To make matters worse, I now have an almost overwhelming desire to have sushi at lunch.

Must. Control. Sushi. Craving.

Sure I Will
Forgive the…er, pedantic nature of this post. I’ve moved back to my mac from a pc and I’m just testing things out. I’ll delete this post in a few minutes.

Sweet Caroline
I borrowed a co-worker’s umbrella last night. She failed to mention to me that it had Anne Klein written all over it. Sigh. So, I’m walking up Connecticut Ave. huddled under this OD* green umbrella trying to look as manly as possible, and the damn umbrella just doesn’t seem to be working. I can feel my legs getting soaked. My left arm is absolutely slick and shiney with rainwater. Two words: Torrential. Downpour. But hey, my newly-shorn head stayed relatively dry, as did my right arm. I guess that counts for something.

Thank you, Anne Klein.

This morning, the cherry blossoms were absolutely pasted to the sidewalks.

* OD green: Olive, Drab green. Wonderful military terminology.

Judging Ulysses

Joyce has attempted — it seems to me, with astonishing success — to show how the screen of consciousness with its ever-shifting kaleidoscopic impressions carries, as it were on a plastic palimpsest, not only what is in the focus of each man’s observation of the actual things about him, but also in a penumbral zone residua of past impressions, some recent and some drawn up by association from the domain of the subconsciousness. He shows how each of these impressions affects the life and behavior of the character which he is describing.

excerpt from the Hon. John M. Woolsey’s ruling on US vs. “Ulysses,” December 6, 1933

Cool Kids of Death
Honestly, I’m appalled. I already have a website that I could be posting to. So why this? Why this odd desire to create a site around my name? Beats me. Why build a pyramid? Why paint a picture? Why plant seeds? Sure, sure, all the cool kids are doing it. But certainly there’s a better reason than that? You would like to think so, wouldn’t you?

The truth of the matter is, I had an urge and I followed it. Many of you know what that’s like. You understand. Yes? Okay, there really is more to it…you got me. I’ve created this site as a/n un/natural extension of my self, my thoughts, my feelings…and, most importantly, my writing. I doubt that I’ll let my feelings creep onto these pages too much. I tend to carefully guard my emotions.

But, that’s why I write. I live in a corporate world that really has no room for web sites like this, or writing like this. I need this outlet. Just like her, her, him, and him. Writing (and designing) is for me an way of expressing the emotions I’ve guarded for so long…which is not to say these pages are a confessional by any means. I don’t dig catharsism. That’s not my approach. But, they are a collection of emotions, and thoughts, and perceptions that I want to share.

If you like what you see here, tell me. If you really like what you see here, tell someone else.

That’s it. That’s the point.