In Chewing . . .
11.03.2008
Despite what you may have heard, I am not a dog. I walk upright. I understand the truth about mirrors. I'm a reasonably intelligent guy. And I can do any number of tricks. But I've got these mistakes I keep making. I've made them as long as I can remember, and I've yet to learn the trick of how to stop.
09.30.2008
My friend Steph once told me she thought I was "well grounded." I thought she was crazy for saying that since I was the most ungrounded person I knew. But I never argued with her about it. I liked that she saw something else in me and I let her.
09.11.2008
I decided to pay David a visit last weekend and find out why his blog had been silent for the past month. The site had gone dark, and it had me worried. I went armed with a pen and a pocket-sized pad to take notes. I didn't know what I would find. But I knew there was a possibility it wouldn't smell very good.
07.17.2008
I'd like to think that God had the best of intentions when he created chipmunks. But even God has days when he feels a little ornery, and all he feels like doing is kicking back and letting off some steam. So he invites Old Scratch over to his place and they smoke a couple of bowls and play a little XBox. And, over a heated game of Madden 2010 (they get advance copies of software) they think up ways to piss people off, or ruin Jason Lee's career.
06.18.2008
And as I did it, I thought it would probably be tragic for my dad to watch me fall to my death while using the housewarming gifts he bought me. And it would have been. Tragic. But it didn't happen that way. That's not how I got bruised.
04.28.2008
And I keep thinking that maybe one day I'll peel back that one final layer and I'll be able to see clearly and say with some authority that this, this is Clarence ... but the bottom line is I will never know this man. I will die and he will remain a mystery to me.
03.25.2008
If you look closely at the backyard of your soul, you'll find a shed. And it's something you've gazed at a million times before and it's always remained closed and mysterious, and surrounded by ice. Familiar, but strange. Holding so much promise, but surrounded by challenge and danger.
03.12.2008
Last week, I stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and joined a group called Thirty-Something Bloggers.
03.04.2008
And, on the other side, Harleys rumbling in the parking lot. Tattoos on display. Double D moms with "Don't Be Jealous" t-shirts. Suburban grey-beard banker bikers, bandana'd and leather-vested and flaunting their mid-life crises a month or two early.
02.22.2008
There are a million and one reasons not to do something. But they all usually amount to one thing: fear. And let me just say that I've got some of the fear and some of the dread when it comes to this thing I've started, "Fiction Fridays."
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Posted by j on May 08, 2005 at 3:27:35 PM
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