This was the worst decade of my life. It had started off with so much promise, but pretty much every promising thread wove itself into a noose. Had I not made some drastic changes in my life, I would most likely have used that noose for its intended purpose. Surveying my life on January 1, … Continue reading Good-bye to the Aughties!
Another Friday night at home, alone with the internet…
It's not that I try to be anti-social, things just end up that way. I get up and go into work. I am usually there until 6 or so. Then I head over to the gym. By the time I am through working out and taking a shower it is usually after 8 (closer to … Continue reading Another Friday night at home, alone with the internet…
April 23, 2009
Long night, short nap, long day... Sometimes I just look at the man in the mirror and wonder how the hell he ended up here. A more thoughtful voice speaks up and reminds me that "here" is a pretty awesome place. I get paid to go to school and surround myself by some of the … Continue reading April 23, 2009
April 22, 2009
Scrambling... I am in the office early this morning trying to make up for making absolutely no progress yesterday. I guess I had a really bad case of the "Tuesdays" and just couldn't motivate myself to get any work done. So now I have to scramble to put together a very informal presentation for a … Continue reading April 22, 2009
April 21, 2009
It's morning in America again... I woke up late. Feeling kind of blue. I have a lot of work to do but don't feel motivated. I just have to get through the next few weeks then the semester will be over. Hopefully for the better...
Doomed…
I never knew the four horsemen of the apocalypse would be a gaggle of teenage girls riding the bus from North Cambridge into Harvard station. These girls were being obnoxiously loud as teenagers are wont to do. It was the topic of their loud discussion that left me depressed and realizing that our society is … Continue reading Doomed…
Transcript of conversation between my Dad and me:
Dad: Hello? Me: It's me. Dad: I got your letter... Me: and... Dad: As the British say, "it's not my cup of tea," but that doesn't matter. I still love you. To be honest, when I saw the thick envelope, I thought you were writing to tell me you had failed out of Harvard. I … Continue reading Transcript of conversation between my Dad and me:
Transcript of message left on voice mail:
Dad: I got your letter; give me a call...
Time to write a letter home…
I had planned on coming out to my father during my visit to Houston last week; I chickened out. I spent a good portion of today working on letters to send to him, my mother, and my sister. I know a letter sounds rather chickenshit, but I know I lack the courage to initiate this … Continue reading Time to write a letter home…
HATE
Sometimes I get so angry I just can't see straight! I apologize in advance, but I am unable to think logically at this moment. My story begins like this... I was a company commander in Germany. I had returned from my first tour in Iraq. My wife had just left me because she thought she … Continue reading HATE
A little bit of Mischief... 