Often long, arduous, international trips exhaust me. I just returned from Morocco. Surprisingly and pleasantly, I want now to travel more, not stay home. I’d like to jet off in late February or March for two or three weeks to Asia. I peruse travel guides in the local bookstore to …
Ug. Hurt. Not a physical hurt, but a dull sadness that saps and rips now for over a month. I look wistfully out windows and lie catatonic in my bed. My heart is broken. I broke up with Greg, so perhaps I lack justification for maudlin woe. Yet, the sadness …
When I quit work way back on April 4, I planned for epic rest on an uncluttered life. Yet, on the fourth day, I hopped into a car full of my belongings and drove north, east, south, and west across ten-thousand miles and through four distracting months. When I parked …
Monday, I could not figure out what caused the Triangle lights to black-out epically on New Year’s Eve. In the Gray Area workspace, I unplugged cables, tested voltages, and reloaded software. In frustration, I told the course lead that I might not be able to show a final product that …
When I visited Turkey two years ago, I was disappointed that Istanbul did not look more exotic. Where were the jostly markets, ruined streets, and ancient caravans? Istanbul shines quite modern, a European capital in a Bulgari headscarf. Morocco is different. As soon as my brother and I landed in …
I have a terrible new addiction and it’s of the teenage-variety: Facebook. Every thirty minutes, I frantically open the laptop or swipe the phone to check my News Feed. What are people doing? Where is everyone? I wrack my brain to post status updates. What excitement can I tell the …
Today is New Year’s Day, the beginning of 2015. I start anew – skinnier, mentall and biologically empty, but hopeful. Ruben suggests an accounting maneuver to book all my recent troubles into 2014. Those mishaps – failed lights, dysentery, break-up strife – were last year, so I slide the calendar …
Intentions for 2015 At the start of this rocky year, I chart a course. 2014 was a year of saying NO: No to a job, no to a boyfriend, and no to an apartment. I’d like to say YES to 2015: YES to work. I judged correctly that my camel …
Often I receive not what I intend, but what I deserve. I tried so hard in 2014 to slow down and shed. Today, I suffer a biological manifestation that slows me down and sheds out my insides. In the past two days, I lost appetite from a fever. 7pm tonight, …
2014 concludes with such success. Lee, Ray, and I survived Morocco’s cold and crowds without lost luggage and too much woe. I successfully hopped planes in a race game from Marrakesh to New York and on to San Francisco to make it to the New Year’s Eve Party at Gray …