Bryan

Everything was beautiful and nothing hurt.

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    Halfway Through Summer

    We are about halfway through summer, and life has felt like a juggling act, though not necessarily in a bad way. Our routines have been shifting with the kids out of school. My son has been going to a new supplemental childcare provider, which is something different for us. Prior to him entering elementary school, we had the same care provider all year, so to change part-way through the year has been impacting our routine. I’m usually responsible for drop-offs, which has added some time to my typical morning commute. Thankfully my wife has been working four long days from Tuesday through …

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    Saturday Recap

    Three young children are playing soccer on a grassy field, with more people in the background. My son is out front.

    Today was my son’s last day of kindergarten soccer for the spring season. The weather matched the mood. Cloudy, a little rainy, and just gray enough to make the end of the season feel like a quiet exhale. The kids on his team, much like the parents, seemed more relieved than anything. While they’ve all improved a lot over the past couple of months, it’s clear they’re one of the less physically developed teams. I don’t mean that as a criticism. It’s kindergarten soccer. But some kids are just more physically aware or focused at this age, and it shows.

    This was my son’s second season, and for …

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    Adios, San Jose

    Wrapping up my SJ/SF leg of the trip.

    I have been determined to not rent a car and mostly took trains and buses everywhere. I took light rail in San Jose, Caltrain to Palo Alto and San Francisco, Muni and BART in SF, and the 17 bus to Santa Cruz. Now riding Amtrak to Sacramento. Everything has been really efficient and comfortable.

    I walked close to 50 miles over the last week to burn off all the Mexican food.

    A few people are sitting with luggage in a sunlit, historic train station waiting area featuring large benches, a clock, and ornate architectural details.A train is stopped at the San Jose station platform with a few passengers waiting nearby.Sunlight streams through a large arched window in a train station, casting a warm glow into a dimly lit room.

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    I’ve had a lot of fun traveling around without a car. Still, the most annoying thing has been dealing with other people listening to something on their phones without headphones. Everywhere I go, calls on speakerphone, loud music, YouTube videos on trains, in lobbies, at stations. So annoying.

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    San Francisco Day Trip

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    Thursday May 1, 2025

    The Arizona Garden at Stanford.

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    Wednesday April 30, 2025

    Portland International Airport (PDX)

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    Misremembered Eulogies

    My brother passed away in March 2021, after battling the brain tumor he had been diagnosed with in 2014. Last month marked four years since his death. Aside from losing grandparents, his passing was the closest loss I had ever experienced. We were just one year and nine months apart and did everything together when we were young. Our relationship became more complicated as we got older, for reasons I won’t get into here.

    Losing a younger brother in his thirties had a deep impact on me, even with the complications in our relationship. I had terrible insomnia for at least a year after he died, …

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    Ended My First Fast

    First time fasting and decided to break it at 42 hours with some hard boiled eggs, cucumber, raspberries, peanut butter, banana. Best meal ever.

    The experience was not what I was expecting. I thought it would be miserable, but I kept my electrolytes replenished and it was pretty blissful. Focused. Introspective. Highly recommended, will do again.

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    Saturday March 22, 2025

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    Sunday January 12, 2025

    One more from today.

    A monochrome city street scene features tall buildings on either side, with parked cars and bare trees lining the sidewalk.
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    Monday January 06, 2025

    6/365 📷

    A lot of pretty light this morning while walking Zoey the dog.

    Tall trees are reflected in a puddle of water on a park bench.

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    A Slow Start to the Productively Mundane

    Today started off pretty slow. While my wife was out for a workout this morning, I stayed home with the kids, and we watched The Mitchells vs. The Machines. Not bad! My son liked it a lot, but my daughter was a little scared by the robots at times. For lunch, we finished off some leftover tacos from last night’s dinner.

    After lunch, I tackled decluttering our bedroom/office. One of my goals for 2025 was to get our house in order, and this was as good of a place as any to start. Both of us work part time from home and our desk tends to accumulate everything—papers, books, random notes and other …

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    Saturday January 04, 2025

    IKEA. Send backup.

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    Friday January 03, 2025

    2/365 📷

     A narrow path winds through a lush, green forest with tall trees.

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    My Goals for 2025

    1. Declutter my home. I've never been very good at this, but it's proven to be so much more difficult with two young kids. Still, I know I can do a better job and keep a cleaner house in the process. To start, I might do a packing party.
    2. Consistency in planning ahead for weekends away and other trips. ADHD makes this hard, but I’m always happiest when I have a well-conceived plan to execute. So many times I feel like I'm being led around by plans that are made for me, or feeling bummed out that a weekend was wasted due to poor planning. While rest is important, my …

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    Open Enrollment Hell

    After several months of asking questions, trying to understand the coordination of benefits between my dental plan and my wife’s in preparation for some orthodontia, here’s the email I finally received from Delta Dental. 🦷


    I have an employee under Redacted who wrote in asking how COB works when a married couple both have family coverage through separate employers under Delta and the family is about to initiate an Orthodontal claim. The spouse is an employee of Redacted hospital ($2K ortho limit is the plan they are considering). The husband read his policy documents and then called into Delta …

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    Home sick and more 90s nostalgia

    Home sick today and feeling a bit wistful. I get this way a lot when I’m lying around alone with too much time on my hands. I went down a 90s nostalgia rabbit hole and found a couple gems.

    The first is from a podcast episode titled “What did the 90s smell like?” by We Don’t Wanna Grow Up.

    The other is a YouTube video of a guy flipping through a Seventeen School Zone Special magazine from 1996 that I remember purchasing on a grocery store run with my mom when I was 15. I used to love seeing how kids across the country dressed in the wake of the grunge era.

    Isn’t the internet amazing?

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    Not putting yourself out there

    The strangeness of putting yourself out there. The mere act of expressing that you indeed have social needs, that you crave the connection of others, is one that creates repulsion, in myself (and seemingly with others). The effort required almost makes the desired outcome somehow less desirable. 

    Even in social situations of late, there is something different in the way we all speak to one another, something missing from the way things used to be. We are all tired, we are all distracted. Going through the motions. Feeding each other the requisite smalltalk. Single-serving “friends”.

    Someone …

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    Shenanigans Over the Last Few Days

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    Buddies Since Birth

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    Down on the farm

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    What an ass

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    A neat flower I found last week.

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    Another of the Heidelberg

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    It’s about that time.

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    Pretty, pretty good

    We shipped our kids off to my mother-in-law’s for the night and drove out past the gorge to Dalles Mountain Ranch in Columbia Hills Historical State Park. The wildflowers were in bloom and the cloud cover kept us cool. It was very peaceful, and it felt good to burn some calories in preparation for a well-earned beer.

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    Keep my old ICE car or get an EV?

    My car is 13 years old and recently turned over 150,000 miles. I got it used in 2013 with 55k miles on it, so I’ve done fewer than 10k miles per year, including several cross-country trips. It’s been a great car with very few issues, but it’s showing its age and I’m debating if I should put the $4k in repairs it needs into it or get something else. I’ve loved not having a car payment the last 5 years, but I also don’t want to keep sinking money into it. Keeping it would cost $6k over two years, including gas. An electric would cost $10k after incentives over the same period.

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    Garden Notions

    For the last five years or so, I’ve used the space next to my driveway for raised beds. I’ve got a 3,100 gallon rain cistern in my backyard and I hand dug a trench to the front yard for my drip irrigation system.

    It’s worked pretty well, but there are pros and cons. For starters, the beds are pretty close to the driveway, and my wife already ripped my bumper off once and tried to pass it off as if nothing ever happened (I caught it on camera). That was just a one-off incident, thankfully.

    Another negative is that I’ve had kids cutting through my side yard on the way to the light rail or on …

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    Power outage and a rough night’s sleep

    We had some wind last night and it knocked out our electricity at around 1 a.m. My son was already sleeping in our bed, but my daughter woke up screaming bloody murder and wouldn’t go back to sleep, so I had to bring her into our bed as well.

    The worst part about power outages is that I can’t sleep without my CPAP machine anymore. I have a battery for it to get me by, but I must not have charged it after camping last summer. I got another hour out of it before I was awakened again not being able to breathe.

    I had to get creative because I needed sleep. I had an early morning meeting today and …

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    Cheapened by abundance

    This morning, I accidentally bumped my HomePod while cleaning off the desk and some music started. Land Locked Blues by Bright Eyes came on, from his 2005 album I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning. It’s making me nostalgic. That is about the time I stopped listening to Bright Eyes and stopped buying CDs altogether.

    I was 24 that year. It was before smart phones became popular, and 2005 was about a year after I got my first iPod. I still actively managed my library for a few more years, but that slowly started to change as streaming became more popular.

    My music listening habits are so much more …

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    Working for the weekend

    Recently I got into the world of management and I’ve noticed e-mails coming my way in the evenings and on the weekends from director types and such.

    I am committed to my job and enjoy the work, but I’m not sorry to say that I’m not getting into a habit of responding to emails on Friday night, midday Saturday, etc.

    What I did do yesterday was take my two young ones to a birthday party at Conestoga Recreation Center and ran around a gym for a couple hours while they had the time of their lives. We had a lot of fun and we all got some exercise playing soccer, basketball, etc.

    My wife leaves for a …

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    Sabato

    I slept in until about 8 this morning and watched some Italian IPTV after I blogged a bit about our trip planned for later in the year. I’ve been trying to get into the mindset.

    Our friend offered to watch our kids for a couple hours, so we took her up on it so that me and my wife could go to the gym. We went for a swim. I tried to talk her into doing laps outside, but we only made it one lap before she was too cold, so we went back inside and soaked in the salty indoor pool and then hot tub.

    I made a single serving friend named John who was in his 70s and seemed lonely, so we talked a bit. He …

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    Long Distance Family

    Before the holidays, I had my first phone conversation with a distant cousin I connected with on one of those genetic testing sites. I don’t make it a habit of reaching out to complete strangers with loose genetic ties, but I had been looking for Italian family on my father’s side in the United States and he had the same surname as my my paternal grandmother before she got married. I didn’t have a relationship with my father, so I didn’t have the benefit of having direct family introductions. So I sent him off a message and we’ve been connected for a few years now.

    William lives down in the …

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    Reflections on my quit anniversary and the new year

    I had my last cigarette 7 years ago yesterday. Since that time, I've saved something like $25,000 in direct costs and have hopefully added years to my life. I don't write about this anniversary for praise or pats on the back, but instead to honor myself and explore my own feelings on the subject, which are complex.

    Avoiding lung cancer and saving money are of course two of the biggest motivations most people cite for wanting to quit smoking. But what nonsmokers might not realize is that many smokers experience profound psychological stress about their addiction, which in my case was what …

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    The holiday blues

    I'm just not feeling the holiday spirit this year. Both my kids are young and I am trying to show up for them. I even saved up quite a bit of cash to pay for toys and gifts and take some of that stress off us, but I just can't get in the mood.

    I think more than anything, I'm feeling tired of Oregon and feeling the pull to move back to Michigan. We’ve outgrown our house and feel trapped due to prices and interest rates. Looking at real estate back in the Midwest looks like a bargain. The pay isn’t even that different in my field, and we’d have a huge down payment if we sold our current house to …

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    Holiday Festivities

    We had a very busy but fun weekend with the kids celebrating the holiday season.

    We went and saw Santa Claus in North Plains on Saturday, and then went to Steeplejack Brewing for pizza. Then, on Sunday, we went to the SHARC for swimming and later went to Zoo Lights at the Oregon Zoo.

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    My kids are growing too quickly

    Lately, both of my kids have been learning so much and it’s intense seeing them grow before my eyes.

    No. 1 is 4 and has known his ABCs and how to count for a while now, but he’s become so articulate, annunciating every letter perfectly (no elemenopee anymore). He’s also counting into the 40s and higher when reminded of the starting digit. Even more impressive are the questions he’s beginning to ask. Existential questions, and reflecting on complex topics, even accompanied by sadness and even anguish when speaking of loss. Wow.

    No. 2 is 23 months and is saying short sentences and asserting her …

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    More rambling on housing affordability

    Real estate prices have been going down a little, but affordability is still a major issue. For example, a 984 sq. ft. house with 3 bedrooms and 2 baths in my area just sold for $400k.

    To put this price into perspective at current interest rates, a buyer would need an annual household income of about $120,000 to qualify with 5% down.

    The median income for a family of 4 in the Portland region is $114,400. Median income for all households was $81,149 in 2021, according to the Oregon Employment Department.

    You would have to be in about the top 85th percentile of households in terms of income to …

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    Weekly Update, Sept. 22

    • The kids are watching a movie (Spy Kids: Armageddon) and my wife is off with her girlfriends paddle boarding. We’re winding down after a somewhat stressful week while DW gets some much needed time for herself.

    • I finished a big report I was writing for work early in the week, a few weeks early no less, so I feel like I can release some of the extra anxiety that has been burdening me unnecessarily. I’ve also been waiting on some pretty important work news since May and I still haven’t gotten any word about it. As a result, I haven’t been sleeping the best again and it’s made for some tougher …

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    Anxiety as a parent and raising good humans

    As a parent with anxiety, I can already tell that raising two young children to have confidence in themselves, and to approach new and uneasy social situations with bravery, is going to be difficult for me.

    I had a difficult childhood, complete with a fatherless upbringing and abuse, which affected me in various ways, including low self-esteem. I didn’t participate in many extra curricular activities due to my anxiety. I struggled in school for that reason, too, both socially and academically.

    Now I have to work up the courage myself to encourage my kids to participate in healthy activities …

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    Autobiographical: Twenty-Year Anniversary of a Course Correction

    I had a flashback this morning as I was getting the kids ready for school that reminded me of a time in my life when everything was so unsettled and chaotic. This seems to happen to me a lot more whenever summer starts to give way to fall, when I can smell the change of season in the air and the evenings get a little bit shorter. The memories of back-to-school anxiousness come flooding back and I get a pang somewhere in the recesses of my brain. Usually I’m transported back to being 13 and crying in the dressing room at Sears while trying on school clothes, but today’s memory was different. …

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    Arizona Bay

    I was having a text conversation with my brother this evening. He hadn’t heard of ChatGPT yet, so I showed him an example and he told me that this reminded him of that song by Tool about California being flushed away into the Pacific Ocean.

    I said, “Arizona Bay?”

    “Yeah,” he said.

    I asked ChatGPT again: “Tell me about the song ‘Arizona Bay’ by Tool.”

    This was its response:

    “Arizona Bay” is not a song by Tool. However, it is a term coined by the band’s lead singer, Maynard James Keenan, and it is the title of a comedy album by comedian Bill Hicks.

    Bill Hicks was a renowned …

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    July can go to hell

    Normally I try to keep things fairly light and impersonal here. I may tend toward the dark or sarcastic from time to time, but over all, I’m usually a pretty happy person. However, lately I’ve been feeling a little more easily bruised, overly sensitive, and just generally melancholy. I’ve been wanting to write a little more at length in hopes of lifting some of the weight up off from me, but life’s been pretty busy lately up until right now. And so here I find myself after some dust has settled.

    If you’ve just joined me, or stumbled across this place, my blog, or even if you’re just passively …

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    Recovering after adventuring with my boy

    Long couple of days, but feeling more alive today after some rest and lots of coffee.

    Got in about 2 a.m. (5 a.m. Eastern) the night before last. Had a couple hour delay with our connecting flight out of Seattle. All told, a 13-hour travel day with my 4 y.o.

    Carried him (40lbs) and his cargo about a mile according to my watch. My legs and arms definitely feel like they got a workout today. I guess that’s how we acquire that coveted “dad bod”.

    Overall, Pax was a trooper though, and is a great traveler despite me having kept him up way past his bedtime.

    At one point, he spilled a half-full glass …

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    What do you want to be when you grow up?

    On the drive to school this morning, the kids were being unusually quiet, so I asked my 4-year-old son if he’d thought anymore about what he wanted to be when he grows up.

    He’s been really interested in Spider-Man lately, so I was expecting to hear the usual stuff like ‘super hero’ or ‘fireman’. But he flipped the script and said he wanted to cut tumors out of people. That caught me off guard and tugged at my heart strings a little.

    Unfortunately, I’ve had to have some tough conversations with him from a pretty young age. One of my younger brothers (his uncle) died in 2021 of a brain tumor at …

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    If I could talk to my teenage self

    If I could talk to my teenage self, I would try to convey just how much value there is in being in a field that’s in high demand, and to maybe try to focus on getting a creative role in such a field.

    For the most part, I like what I do as a planner, but there is very little creativity, and the options are extremely limited in terms of where we can go. It hamstrings your ability to move about the country or world, or work remotely for yourself, when you have a career in a field that is so competitive and tied to locations.

    When looking for a job as a planner, not only does there have to be an …

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    Trying to remain grateful for what we have despite feeling like we're outgrowing our house.

    I bought my house in 2016 before I was married or had kids. Coming from the Midwest, housing prices were pretty crazy out here in the Portland region. Not like the Bay Area by any means, but I only had my own income. I was pre-qualified for a mortgage based on my Midwest salary the year prior. I had very limited options, so I bought a short sale fixer upper. 

    When I moved in, the place was in really rough shape. It had been a rental and I'm told that the last renters had multiple animals, including a potbelly pig. I keep a copy of my inspection report, not only as a list of things that need to …

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    This must be the place

    You ever look in the mirror and wonder, “who the hell is that?” Seems every day my beard gets a little grayer, my skin a little worse, my body a little more exhausted. I’m trying to age gracefully but the thought of death has been living rent free in my mind since my younger brother passed two years ago and the signs of time passing don’t provide much comfort.

    To be fair, things have been better the last few months. I’m getting good sleep, waking up earlier, showing up in all aspects of my life. In a lot of ways, I feel on top of things, and have a lot that is going well for me. I think I’m a …

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    Middle Age Experience

    My wife and I are watching Fleishman Is in Trouble on Hulu and I’m really impressed by the writing. No real spoilers here, but I do talk about some basic plot info and some experiences of a supporting actor if you want to skip reading this.

    The main character of the show is Toby Fleishman, a recently divorced middle aged hematologist. His successful ex-wife, a New York City talent rep for performing artists, just disappears one day and doesn’t come back, leaving him and his preteen kids in the dark about her whereabouts. He and his kids are in shock and struggle to make their way in a new life …

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    Lingering place trauma

    It was what feels like a lifetime ago, but I still have some lingering trauma left over from my teenage years when my mom married my stepdad. I know she didn’t mean to do any harm and was in fact trying to do something positive for herself and her kids.

    She moved me and my brothers out of the city and into the country. It wasn’t cross-country or anything, but it was still far enough away to lose all of my existing friends and to feel very isolated. We were also unable to walk anywhere given the location. Basically the middle of nowhere. Tough on a city kid who was used to running around the …

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    Now and Then

    Came home from Idaho yesterday and realized when we arrived that Google Street View of our house had been updated. Yeah!

    It was always sad to see its previous state on Google Maps when I’d get home. The picture at bottom was right before I bought it, when it was going into foreclosure 3 years ago. I was almost hesitant to put our return address on Christmas cards sometimes lest someone looked us up and thought we lived in a meth house.

    I bought the house because I could afford it on one income and knew I could make it work seeing as it was structurally fine and is within walking distance to …

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    This must be the place.

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    Playing music is like riding a bicycle but riding a bicycle is not like playing music

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    4/26/19

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    1/21/2019

    Baby still isn’t here. Just got back from a check-up and some grocery shopping. Shar’s about to partake in some reality TV, so I’m contemplating other things.

    Yesterday was a really good day. We started out with breakfast from Black Bear Diner. Much better than driving into Portland, waiting forever for a seat, having so-so food, and then paying out the ass.

    Shar surprised me by taking me for my first ever full-service pedicure. It was…incredible. Of course I didn’t get any color done, but they pull out all the stops. Massage chair, foot soak, foot scrub, foot and leg massage, hot wax, toe …

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    1/19/2019

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    January 15, 2019

    Today I’m typing from a 15-year-old, wired, white manual keyboard. I just couldn’t type for any length of time on the pancake bluetooth keyboard without some discomfort. Plus, it always sucks when the thing’s batteries would die. Really kills the flow.

    Ah, the Apple A1048. Seems a bit stickier than I remember, but hopefully it breaks up a bit after awhile:

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    January 10, 2019

    So the new year came without much fanfare. 2019, here we are.

    We spent the evening in bed, and dare I say it was probably one of the best NYE’s I’ve ever had? I’m not sure Shar can say the same, but I’ve almost always disappointed by NYE parties.

    For starters, I get too nostalgic. Second, I hate crowds. And third, they’re just sad to me for some reason. Here we are! It’s another year! Let’s pretend we’re gonna change on purpose on this arbitrary moment in space but not really do it! That’s why I start my new habits regularly. I keep a running tally of how long I’ve been doing each to …

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    December 29, 2018

    I finally complained to Kaiser Permanente that I was going to switch insurance providers if they didn’t get me in for a holter moniter. It had been three months since my doctor requested one for me and I was getting pretty upset.

    Thursday KP called me to setup an appointment for the next day to get fitted for one. The lady was apologetic, and I kept my cool, but I really wanted to be an asshole. Even if this turns out to be nothing, no one should have to wait 3 months for something so simple when you have a family history of heart problems.

    Anyway, my heart has only done its flutter twice …

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    December 28, 2018

    Making room in my life for the important stuff has never been easy for me. I am probably the most nostalgic person I’ve ever known in real life and letting go of that is pretty tough.

    I’ll get lost in old notebooks or saved greeting cards for hours. I often think about people from my past. I think about my successes and my mistakes, of which there are many of both.

    But the older I get, the more respect I have for myself, too. I have higher expectations of the company I choose to keep because I ain’t got the time or the energy for anything else.

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    December 26, 2018

    Another Christmas come and gone. Hard to believe.

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    December 20, 2018

    This morning on the train we had to get off at Quatama Station because there was some sort of accident at Orenco. As we all shuffled out of the train and onto shuttles, I was annoyed. I’ve been riding the train for a few months now and I was going to be late for work again because of it.

    As we departed by bus, I fired up Twitter for the scoop. It turns out that a train hit a pedestrian and they were avoiding Quatama while police investigated the incident.

    Someone lost their life too soon today. And their loved ones are grieving the loss with some immense amount of pain that lacks any meaning. …

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    December 19, 2018

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    December 10, 2018

    Yesterday we lounged around Shar’s mom’s house for awhile before getting out the door at 4:00. We stopped into the Grotto to get a peak at the Christmas lights without paying the $5 a head to slosh through the rain and the cold wind.

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    December 8, 2018

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    December 6, 2018

    I did 5 miles today on my lunch hour. I can tell I’m going to hurt a bit tomorrow, but hell if it didn’t feel great! I am debating if I should get up early tomorrow and ride the opposite direction of my meeting in Portland to do my weight day. It will make for a long one, but I hate it that I’d otherwise have to miss.

    Anyway, Shar and I had a bit of a discussion about my airline miles credit card. I paid for my flight (Thanksgiving week no less) with my Delta card because I had accumulated 70,000 miles. Sort of stupid since I was saving up for a trip to Europe, but with the baby coming …

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    December 5, 2018

    As I mentioned briefly in a previous post, I’ve been going to the gym every day on my lunch hour. With the exception of Thanksgiving week when I went to Michigan to visit family, I’d say I’ve been going every day for at least 7 weeks, with a week or two before that when I went 3 days a week. A couple months doesn’t sound like much—and really, it isn’t—but I feel like I’ve built a habit and now I can’t wait to go to the gym. I never thought it’d be me.

    Although I haven’t seen any change at all in my weight, I’m feeling a lot different and my body feels leaner and more tone. I feel like my …

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    December 3, 2018

    I spent the weekend doing nothing an onlooker would find spectacular, but it was altogether exactly what I needed. It seems like the go-go-go sometimes needs a break, and that’s what we did. At least in the sense that we weren’t off to somewhere or something for a change.

    I cleaned out my closet. Yep, dug down to the bottom of things. All of the stuff that doesn’t make me feel great to wear, or my belly has outgrown them. Lots of 34 size pants. A few medium shirts. We filled up a donation basket and brought it to the second hand store. It feels good to have some space cleared away, and …

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    December 2, 2018

    For the last several years, I’ve had a bit of a heart…flutter. It’s not a painful thing and it’s completely sporadic. I thought maybe it had something to do with smoking or perhaps how much meat I was eating. Maybe it had something to do with my sleep apnea.

    But I quit smoking a couple years ago. I don’t eat meat anymore. I wear my CPAP machine every night. And my heart still does this weird skip-a-beat thing maybe 10 or 12 times a day.

    About a year ago, I connected online with a half uncle whom I’ve never met. Long story, but my paternal grandfather and grandmother divorced, my grandfather …

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    November 29, 2018

    I made my last car payment this month. It’s hard to believe I’ve been making that $320 payment every month for 5 years. Hell, I can’t believe how much has changed in 5 years. But I won’t go there!

    I also got the private mortgage insurance removed from my house. I bought a short sale a couple years ago with very little money down. You need to have 20% down to not have private mortgage insurance, or 80% loan-to-value (LTV). So I had the bank do a broker’s price opinion. That came back $120,000 over what I owe, which is like 63% LTV. So we’re good. My payment went down by $100/mo. Thinking back …

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    Autumn Sunshine

    “I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So, I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air.”

    -Nathaniel Hawthorne

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    Hiatus

    Geez, a year goes by quickly. I started this blog out of an excitement for living more intentionally, and as a result of living more intentionally, this blog fell to the wayside. I started a new job that I love, got married, went on a honeymoon, became a vegetarian (7 months!), quit using nicotine altogether (almost 2 years cigarette-free, 3 months vape-free!), and now my wife is 22 weeks pregnant with our first child. Whew.

    And yet life has not been all sunshine and butterflies. My mother was recently diagnosed with breast cancer and underwent a double mastectomy. She’s about to start …

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    My August Sleep Challenge

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    Think different: Why you might want to pass on the new iPhone X this fall.

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    Location Efficiency

    When I was looking for a new job, the main criteria was to live in a city that aligned better with my lifestyle choices and personality. I had a good job in Michigan, but I wasn’t thrilled about where I lived. I really just wanted to try something new because I was in a rut, but decided if I were going to make a big move, I’d have to be very deliberate about it because I tend to make decisions with my heart and that usually ends up biting me in the ass.

    I was as analytical as possible when I finally decided where I was going to focus my energies in terms of locations where I wanted to apply for …

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    Hitting the Hard Reset Button on Social Media

    There are certainly far more important topics to cover than social media, but I’ve had some thoughts on this topic bottled up inside my brain for about a year now and I felt it was a good time to unburden myself of them. Our collective preoccupation with social media may seem pretty innocuous, if not wholly ridiculous, but I feel strongly that it can have some really negative consequences for both mental health and interpersonal relationships.

    I’ve gone through periods of time when I get completely jaded with social media and I’ll temporarily deactivate or delete all of my accounts. Part of …

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    The Flawed Logic of the ‘Buy Local’ Movement

    A few weeks ago, I spent some much needed rest and relaxation in my home state of Michigan. Not only was it good for the soul to go back in summertime because northern Michigan is a true gem, it was an opportunity for me to introduce my partner to family and to show her some of the prettier parts of the state since she had only been to Flint (no offense, Flintstones). Besides, I was starting to get a little bit bitter about spending all of my vacation time on frigid Christmas holidays.

    One of the biggest things I miss about home are the lakes. Their beauty and charm are ubiquitous to …

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    The Struggle is Real: How our Changing Environment can Turn Friends into Enemies

    I've been thinking a lot about how a change in environment, whether physical or social, can cause people who might otherwise work together toward common goals to be at odds with one another. Sometimes these changes are caused by things beyond our control such as a natural disaster, but sometimes they are by design in order to keep us distracted from larger goals. 

    One of the most interesting courses I took in college was an anthropology class on ancient civilization. We learned about Mesopotamia and Ancient Egypt, both part of what was known as the Fertile Crescent. What struck me was …

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    Your Legacy is a Life Lived

    Your Identity is Not Defined by Who or where You Came From

    Over the years, and for as far back as I can remember, I was intensely interested in genealogy and the stories of my family’s heritage. Growing up, my biological father didn’t have a relationship with me. But even after he died, I kept in contact with his mother because she showed an interest in me and my brother. She was born in the US to Italian immigrants and I was always really intrigued by her stories of them. Like the one about my great grandfather being one of the construction workers who put the gold roof on the Fisher …

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    Your State Loves You, but it Might Want You to Leave

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    Valuing Your Time

    For someone who studied urban planning, I am not naturally very good at planning ahead for activities in my everyday life, particularly when it comes to how I spend my precious free time. I got into planning because I like cities and I want them to be better places for people to live. But planning for my own happier existence just isn't one of my natural strengths. I've had plenty of happy moments, to be sure, and not all happy moments are planned. But I have to be very intentional and focused to change my natural inclination to not plan ahead because I think it's an important ingredient to …

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    When Thrifting isn't Thrifty

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    On Moving

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    Why Paying Off All of Your Student Debt is Not Always a Good Thing

    On their very popular podcast, the Minimalists recently posted an episode on debt. Generally I think the ideas they espouse are really good, and I've learned a lot of helpful tips from them. In a country where far too many people live in excess, the Minimalists provide a road map for people interested in living happier lives with less.

    However, for those who enjoy their podcast as much as I do, you may have been as disappointed as I am with some of their views on debt. Ryan Nicodemus sort of takes a back seat on this topic, and actually seems more reasonable than Joshua Fields Millburn, …

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    The Sturdy Thirty

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    Neil Young - Oh Lonesome Me (cover)

    The best part about singing Neil Young is that it doesn’t really matter if you hit the notes or not.

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    Memorial Day Weekend

    Since I have Fridays off, I had a four day weekend due to the holiday today. I could use more of these. I didn't get any reading done like I had planned, but I had a fun and relaxing weekend regardless.

    On Friday, Kate and I went down to Cedar Point to indulge our need for some cheap excitement. I wasn't feeling the best that day, but we still got in seven or so big coaster rides that shook my general malaise and made me feel truly alive for the first time since I can't remember when. I almost got sick on the Millennium Force, but the initial drop of over 300 feet got me ramped up with a big …

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    A Weight Being Lifted

    I find myself coming back to this place when I'm in transition. Now that I have some extra time, I'll write a little bit.

    I've just finished all of my coursework for graduate school and I turned in my professional project proposal on Friday for approval. If it comes back approved, then I have the go-ahead to start filming a documentary on public participation in the planning process. I won't name the community, but the project involves demolition of homes in the floodplain and gardening on the empty lots. It's exciting that I might get to be critical, but I just want school out of my life. …

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    End of Summer, End of Crap

    I’ve found my way back here because of an old friend who always has the right things to say. The funny thing is, I don’t even know where to start because I’ve been bottling things up for so long that I feel like I could explode into a mess of flesh and Type O Positive all over the tacky wainscoting of my parents' basement. I guess I’ll start small, with humility, and without lying to myself anymore. The truth is, I haven’t been happy in a really long time. I was just tired of being unhappy and looking unhappy and sounding unhappy, so I adopted a “keep on the …

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    my backyard today

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    Just a couple pictures from my trip

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    another one bites the dust

    Yet another contributor of Bryan's DNA in a long line of Barnette and Robb dead-beats, has died.

    Meet the other "grandfather" that I'd never met:

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    I love how they always chaulk people up to be these amazing people in their obituaries. As if setting up franchises should be held in high esteem.


    John Barnette, Jr., 79, of Comstock died Friday, September 9, 2005 at Golden Age Manor in Amery. He was born July 18, 1926 in Enman, SC to John and Willie Sue (Hunt) Barnette, Sr. John …

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    guess who?

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    1988-1991

    Did you ever “french roll” their pants when you were a kid?

    I just thought of that and I’m laughing hysterically.

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    struck by a thought while in bed

    A simple Google search for the terms "defense spending" (in quotes) returns 477,000 results.

    On the other hand, a Google search for the terms "offense spending" returns a measly 161 results.

    Man, they've really got those fucking terms switched around.

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    Those damn Nigerians...

    Image hosted by Photobucket.com Do some people actually fall for these scams? Is there really that one guy out there who logs into his mailbox and says, "Holy shit!...somehow the 5 million I never knew I spent, in a venture I completely forgot I participated in, came up missing!...and despite the remarkable peculiarity of their not knowing whether I'm a sir or madam, they're now going to pay me back this money because they went into a pact with a reputable bank! Bless their hearts!".

    Who does that?

    I must say, though, that despite how impressed I am with Google’s spam filter, those Orwellian tele-programmes …

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    fresh ink

    I'm finally doing it. I'm attempting to write again, and not just in a rambling, psuedo-poetic sense either. This time I actually have a plan, a general storyline, and I'm in the process of creating character sketches and doing geographical research. There is still much work to be done, but once these hurdles are out of the way, the actual writing will be a snap, and fun! It may be slow going when fall begins, but this should give me something creative to focus my energy on in the downtime. I'm thinking about calling it Ink&Watercolors, but this is only tentative, as I'll never know …

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    everything in its right place

    four hundred pages into crime and punishment in two days. it's been sitting in my library for about 4 years and it has just now felt right to read it. i remember the exact day i bought it, too. from one of those creepy booksellers at the flea market 4 summers ago on my way to lansing. he was absolutely mad. i offered him $100 dollars for the whole box (they were collector's books, but none were in great shape), all classics. i did some quick calculating and presented my offer to him, though he turned me down. i took 3 of them and told him that he of all people should know that he wasn't …

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    journal of an american psycho, part 2

    been a while, old friend.  clean slate?  tell that to the ghosts.  they've been knocking around in this old head of mine...conspiring through the walls where they've been captured..err...were captured.  i should probably leave that analogy dead in its tracks.  but the fact is they're here, really here, and i'm not bottling them, and hiding them in places any longer.

    mystic thought would have me forgetting my ego, transcending myself so to speak; and believe me, i've tried on a daily basis for years.  when i really concentrate i can get it, …

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    you know it

    crisp grace notes like a flowing falsehood flavored to taste after brazen attempts to pare film on the firmament, light broken apart and bent aberrancy for the sake of itself, or if for some other thing, I did not see it cross sections of old films and well-functioning defense mechanisms healed better, not so pretty “I feel” kissing you made me sick-frozen from fright of bite troubled is as troubled does scapegoats fancied like play lists played as bedtime stories for empty people with excuses between the bed sheets shrills to a march, whose heart is not there to solidify a fog into all-out …

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    Various shots taken on my road this afternoon

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    education is overrated

      Finals week is always a blessing. I'm apparently the reigning champion of procrastinators.  My work load isn't all that bad, considering I quit Japanese sometime in the middle of the semester, but I did manage to save three papers for my other classes till the last minute.  I ended up writing through the night, first for American Studies and then a reflective piece in the morning on Rumi.  I ended up e-mailing it and I got a little bit of much welcomed praise.  Things like this make my day: ----- - Thanks Bryan. I enjoyed the …

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    My baby brother is a <b>bad ass</b>

    Everybody, do me a favor and:

    a)go to google b)copy this—-> Camp Striker Iraq "Bradley Robb" <—–directly into the search bar c)watch the chaos ensue

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    <b>i could only dream that this become a reality</b>

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    walls painted, floor 85% installed

    cleaning out/throwing away all of the boxes i left here from before i moved to florida.  funny, i saved so much.  the best part about it are the photos and all of my writing assignments that i saved over the years, from grade school on up.  the evolution of bryan was/is hideous.  i should scan some memorabilia.  everyone would have a good laugh, including myself.

    i also found a record player with needle intact!  listening to the kinks with neverending zealous!

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    journal of an american psycho, part 1

    today i woke to the sound of my focus-challenged, seventeen-year-old brother, and my 43 year-old mother fighting because she didn't wake him up in time for school. my brother, who has been through four high schools, for various reasons, many of which i believe to be fiction, has once again accumulated more than nine (9) absences in the better half of his classes this semester. meanwhile, in a not-so-distant corner of the house, where i was coming out of a dream where i was supposedly some kind of motorcycle pro who has just come out of a coma and is getting back into his training regiment, …

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    <b>Like eating glass</b>

    It's times like these that I'm glad that I don't keep a lot of personal possessions. I'm moved out of my apartment and it really didn't take more than two days to get everything organized, packed up, and moved. There is one thing that I'm neglecting, though, and it's painting over the walls. I shouldn't have ever done it, being that it's an apartment but I was tired of living in mind-numbing white. Hopefully I'll finish that up tonight.

    I've been thinking about heading over to the Unitarian Universalist Fellowship as a spectator on one Sunday to see what they're all about. I'm not really …

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    wouldn&apos;t it be wonderful if everything was meaningless (pedro&apos;s title, bryan&apos;s prose)

    i spent the afternoon and much of the evening right here

    much of the morning too

    the sun hid for the better part of a season this midwestern gray with its skies drained like my lungs suffocating with a Camel’s all deliberate speed

    but today no, yesterday the sun decided he was tired of suicide notes and came out with guns blazing forcing me to class

    to those trite teachers flagrantly approaching godliness to themselves and to the mindless dummies who grasp convictions based on cynicism– like fashion coughing up whatever hasn’t been stated except in the vague references of music and the …

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    Guitar

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    derek: I went to listen to a Salsa station on my radio derek: lazy mexicans derek: it's not up and running

    "What people don't realize is that the so-called Seattle grunge scene grew out of several close-knit gourmet supper clubs - we would only pick up guitars to pass the time while our dishes were simmering, baking, boiling, etc." -kurt cobain

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    what it&apos;s like to croak through everlasting winters, siding with escape

    Last night the fill station attendant wore a thigh-length, faux fur coat, a garment whose strands were at least three inches in length, and black like that of his own locks. A subtle, pink neck bore the only separation of the two, leaving his head dangling in space above the jacket like a dot atop an upside down exclamation point. My excitement was not for the coat, but instead for the passion in which he wore it as he collected bags of trash from outside!

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    when women stop carrying mirrors

    it's not everyday that i'm drawn to someone's personality and demeanor just as strongly as i'm desirous of their physical person. today is gorgeous.

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    ...right where you&apos;re standing

    I'm dreading my return to Lansing. I'm absolutely 100% tired of my roommates. 2/3rds of them are okay people, but the novelty of living with them has worn off and the whole thing has started to become kind of awkward. I think it would suit me to get one of those studios, 5X5 with a kitchenette and bathroom and that's it. Have everything I own in one room to save my concentration. The truth of the matter is that I'm only living there because it's dirt cheap and I don't know exactly where I'm going to be in the fall, so a lease is out of the question. I've actually thought about going back …

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    The self is overrated

    What's the big deal with individuality? If you ask me, it's more just a means to an end, a reason to draw lines around and/or between EVERYTHING. I'm speaking of individuality, not to be mistaken for creativity. Why are we always making up these boundaries about who we are and who we are not when most of the time this individualiaty is just dogma or stigma or hypocricy. What is the desire, the positive outcome? I'm not talking about that "friends come in all sizes" bullshit; I know, people are yellow and brown and fat and skinny, I'm not talking about making clones of everyone. …

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    <u>Who I&apos;m.</u>

    I'm slowly coming to terms with the fact that I'm completely, utterly afraid of commitment, almost in all aspects of my life. From who I am to who I want to be, to what I wear, to who sleeps in my bed with me, and the only things that stay constant in my life are fears and addictions. Good Goddamn it feels awesome to be truthful with myself. And now it's time to move towards the positive, to keep with the general flow as of late. Thank you Rumi, once again, for your insight.

    I've also come to realize that I have virtually no life at all. This is good because I've had so much time to …

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    the days go in and out like the alarm clock in my room...

    …trial separation from the life i once knew

    man, i never update anymore. i should start again.

    i've been fighting off so many urges lately. i'm stuck here, right in the middle. "here i am…stuck in the middle with you."

    there's a girl, two floors up, waiting for me to arrive, but she's pretending she's not waiting. that's the way it's been. we dance and drink and screw. then we don't call eachother. sin, repent, repeat. is this the way the mid-twenties are? don't get me wrong, i love swervin' to the berv, but damn, what happened to intimacy. shit my ninja. shit. …

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    Will The Last Hipster Please Turn Out The Lights? New York cool dies its thousandth death. A satire

    He flicks his cigarette over the ledge. “It’s one of those things you think couldn’t happen here, not in New York.” A pigeon lands. He shakes his head. “But I guess I’m living proof.” The pigeon flies away.

    The next day, Gabriel García-Cohen moved to Bruges.

    As he might say, if he were still here and not in the fourth-largest city in Belgium: “For real.” Because it’s not just T-shirt designer/aspiring documentary filmmaker/vintage-ashtray entrepreneurs on the Lower East Side, and it’s not just Bruges. It’s D.J./blogger/illusionists in Williamsburg, sneaker model/jewelry designer/fashion …

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    a michigan drive

    [bullet holes]

    [the orchard out my bedroom window]

    [backyard west]

    [backyard east]

    [an all too typical sight]

    [slightly less typical]

    [it rained while it was sunny, this day]

    [take me to the place i love]

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    so this is where boredom takes you:

    so i'm looking through history pages to see what has happened on my birthday, february 20th, throughout time. i came across this:

    born on feb 20th:

    20/02/1898 - Enzo Ferrari, Italy, sportscar manufacturer (Ferrari)

    20/02/1901 - Louis I Kahn, Estonia, architect
    20/02/1902 - Ansel Adams, photographer (1966 ASMP Award)
    20/02/1967 - Kurt Cobain, rock vocalist (Nirvana)

    died on feb 20th:

    20/02/1431 - Martinus V, [Oddo Colonna], Italian Pope, dies
    20/02/1790 - Joseph II, Emperor of Holy Roman empire, dies at 48
    20/02/1985 - Clarence Nash, voice (Donald Duck), dies at 80 of leukemia, in Calif
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    it&apos;s not funny when a skunk dies on your road. at night. in the summer. with the windows open.

    But in the morning on the sober dawn of Sunday you're not sure what you have done Who told you love was fleeting? Sometimes men can be so misleading to take what they need from you Whatever you need to make you feel like you've been the one behind the wheel the sunrise is just over that hill the worst is over Whatever I said to make you think that love's the religion of the weak this morning we love like weaklings the worst is over.

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    on this day in history...

     

    1965: US orders 50,000 troops to Vietnam
    President Johnson has commited a further 50,000 US troops to the conflict in Vietnam.

    Monthly draft calls will increase from 17,000 to 35,000 - the highest level since the Korean War, when between 50,000 and 80,000 men were called up each month.

    It will take the US force in Vietnam up to 125,000 but officials say at this stage demands should be met by conscription, without calling upon the reserves.

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    and you thought we had it bad with pinocchio in office.

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    A court in southern China has convicted 52 people of baby smuggling.

    Six of them were sentenced to death and five to life in prison in the biggest single baby trafficking case in recent Chinese history.

    Over a two-year period the smuggling ring is thought to have bought and sold 118 babies, many of them girls.

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    McCoy Tyner - Illuminations

    Shit, this record is…awesome! Still my favorite jazz pianist ever. He left the John Coltrane quintet in '65, two years before John died (they say free jazz died when he did), but this guy is still rockin' it into his sixties.

    Worked another 9 hours today. Can't wait for my day off [thursday]. Gotta get a car, gotta talk with an advisor, gotta sign papers for my new place [i need money…so any of you rich people out there, i have a paypal account, just let me know if you like funding good people. ;]

    PS: Michigan girls are such snobs.

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    everyone take 2 minutes and do this please

    sign the petition to save the statler hotel from demolition: www.petitiononline.com/statler/p…

    this building is a detroit landmark that needs to be saved; we don't need any more surface parking lots! stop tearing our history down!

    they almost tore down the beautiful

    which is now under renovation because of efforts such as this.

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    309,000...i couldn&apos;t even afford it if that amount were in pennies.

    i want this lil house:

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    i got the money if you got the time

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    oh detroit, lift up your weary head

    why i was not aborted, i do not know. bryan barry robb II, born to bryan barry robb sr. and deborah lynn barnette-robb on the 20th day of february, 1981. my mom was a strong woman. gave birth to me at 19. she gave up her full-ride to nursing school and we lived in a motel in detroit because my dad wouldn't get a job. my mom walked the streets of detroit in order to find a job to support us while she was pregnant for my brother. she gave birth to my brother bradley at 21. at which point my father split [never paid a dime] and from then on she raised us herself, worked full-time, and …

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    havin&apos; a good day. happy fathers day.

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    apathy is a cold body

    I don't like giving up on people, I really don't. When people hang by a thread, I try my best to reinforce it, best I can. I call people out of the blue to see if they're still alive. I go out of my way to drive to peoples' places, all over the damn state. Hell, I was the only person who called Nathan regularly after he was sent to Germany, and I wasn't even his closest friend. But do people ever call me out of the blue? Very rarely. Who went to your birthday party? Me. Who even so much as called me on mine? When was the last time anyone came to my house? Years? Sure, distance and …

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    A Prayer for Owen Meany

    If you are lucky enough to find a way of life you love, you have to have the courage to live it.

    I am but one small instrument.

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    Whether I found the gold, I never told.

    Hrm, the sounds of last summer are starting to be recirculated. Anyone know what I'm talking about? Of course there are cd's that you listen to, that compliment the mood you're already in, but theres just certain songs or albums that make me feel a certain way. I usually tuck them away for safe keeping, for those times when I think they'll be therapeutic. Summer is weird though. Only some albums are strictly summer albums. Albums that remind me of good times, hell, even bad times that somehow look sweeter looking back.

    So it's June already. One month ago I was frying in the desert, …

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    appearances

    That will be some other tribe, some other me. You'll hold it like it should be held. A glowing flask, an odalisque, a cherry red-ripe flame, with its selling points filled with the narcissism of a serpentine alma mater. Rip it off, tongue it up and chew it with your teeth. Your finger will trace the cracked glass, in its beauty and in its metaphor that you'll pretend you do not see. But you cannot run from something that has already caught you, already nailed its sweetness to your lips and sewn your eyelids with lace. Yes, I see you tracing the glass, but all that's there is a …

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    when 1 becomes numbness 3-fold

    words once came easily from lips and to paper now there is no triumphant clause. no daydream memorandum. all is trite. bed sheets only get soiled further and ashtray contents climb. washes of gray and gold on walls from sunlight filtered through cloth haze. words from voices that are not my own words that make bad singing sweet. and despite their sweetness contain no benevolence.

    life has not been so succinctly self. i have participated as three witnesses: first, the barer of bad news. sinister and childish, where the only growth is cancerous. next, the insecure. who has tasted truth, but …

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    Thar she blows! Dead whale explodes

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    Media

    courtesy of nytimes.com

    i don't care who started what, this is just absolutely distrubing. i could vomit.

    "" ^ "Children cheered while bodies burned after an attack on American civilians working for Blackwater Security Consulting of Moyock, N.C" "" ^ "Iraqis chanted anti-American slogans in Falluja yesterday as burned bodies of Americans were suspended on a bridge over the Euphrates River."

    FALLUJA, Iraq, March 31 — Four Americans working for a security company were ambushed and killed Wednesday, and an enraged mob then jubilantly dragged the burned bodies through the streets of downtown Falluja, …

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    OK COMpROOTER

    done this before, but i'll do it again because it's fun [and i always copy jeannie]: Step 1: Open your Winamp or other lesser MP3 player. Step 2: Put every song you have on random (no pre-made playlists) Step 3: Write down the first 20 songs it plays, no matter how embarrassing

    1. The Decemberists - Los Angeles, I'm Yours
    2. Sufjan Stevens - The Upper Peninsula
    3. Cursive - Sierra
    4. Grandaddy - Chartsengrafs
    5. Q and not U - Nine Things Everyone Knows
    6. The Unicorns - Inoculate the Innocuous
    7. Social Distortion - She's a Knockout
    8. Aesop Rock - Bazooka Tooth
    9. Rufus Wainwright - Somewhere Over the Rainbow
    10. Beulah - …

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    five things

    1. music–to have a working band again…don't even need to be playing for the public..just something of an outlet. 2. a job that allows me a)food and b)somewhere to sleep. 3. to be somewhere with a better climate/architecture/cultural events-diversity. 4. someone to share with…someone with eyes that burn me. 5. the ocean.

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    two crazy-ass toe-heads back in &apos;85

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    pencil sketches and makeup on the passenger seat visor.

    driving home. from wherever, so long as home is my destination. i catch myself looking around my surroundings and criticizing everything; bitching about every little thing, at first. "why can't….how come….where's the…." but then a peace usually washes over me. i see a bridge and a sign that reads "pine river" and i think how i would have killed to see that bridge so many times before when it was an impossibility. projecting myself into the future i see myself in a far off place, tied down in roots of stability, no more big questions about the future, …

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    from sea to shining sea. or some bullshit like that.

    Live At Ibiza: what's up man? spira infinitas: heya. just posting some pictures online. spira infinitas: what up Live At Ibiza: not shit, just turned in some laundry and took ashower. spira infinitas: i see. amy came over tonight with maria. i think she's trying to hook us up or something. Live At Ibiza: did she? is she still there? spira infinitas: no, she went home Live At Ibiza: dammit Live At Ibiza: she said she was gonna email me what time she worked tomorrow but she didn't. spira infinitas: she didn't know what time she had to work… Live At Ibiza: she didn't? Live At Ibiza: even …

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    the brothers robb

    my brothers and i out front of my grandmother's house before brad left to go back to iraq. he had come home on leave in september because my father died. eric, bradley and myself.

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    rock the casbah

    "This Coastie is ringing in the new year on patrol down here in the Carribean. I'll be with you guys next year though! Leave no beers behind and take lots of pictures for me! And remind T-Mills to watch his drink for GHB (GR Girls are sneaky)!"

    haha

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    *somewhere in the system theres an open-ended list of all the lies we tell...*

    what an interesting month this has been! i wish all of you could see the scene out my back window! the woods across the river completely blanketed in snow: absolutely gorgeous. if i find my camera, i'll snap a shot or two.

    completely different world than florida. but i guess that goes without saying. i had a nice trip…wish i could have visited a few people i've been meaning to. beyond my control!

    oh, and bryan might have a love interest. though as much as i want it i'm not sure i'm ready for that sort of thing right now.

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    say what

    god and i had the best make-up sex ever, today. oral report for government went extremely well and i got many good responses from it, especially concerning my comparison of the patriot act to george orwell's 1984. i also received a 96/100 on the exam. bought a cd for the first time in months, though i had to pay with credit, music is one of the only things that really puts that excitement in me with the giddiness of a child. got interviewed by a camera crew on the sidewalk in front of urban outfitters in east lansing. i thought i'd play the part of the optimist when they asked if i …

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    rencontrer des personnes est facile

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    merci

    no matter how cliche it may sound, i really do have a whole lot to be thankful for…

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    blah blah blah blah blah blah

    Once again we ride these beasts to the said tributary of un-originality, where we will watch them drink, where we ourselves will drink, as Christ did with closed eyes and beard dripping, where he has and we will urinate what our bodies did not want, and on down the delta Buddha speaks between handfuls of nourishment and excrement, cupping his stubby fingers he sips without second thought, touching holy lip and tongue, all the while his purity never eluding him, who speaks not of an originality that lies in one man alone, no beast or tree, earth or stone, but instead in all things equally as …

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    this house it was haunted

    this house, it was haunted the moment he took aim with no apparent motive crimson now flesh's fate

    pistol plane stayed tangent and in-line with the face of a once quiet child who'd always take the blame

    'cause even a swift hand was attention still desired and through tired tenaments those wishes, they transpired

    the quiet buzz of appliances ping pong down hallway walls soft water from the faucet echoing it's whispered call:

    "come way with me come way with me down the drain and hide never they'll find you here nor there with the ocean we'll collide! come way with me come way with me down …

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    hrm...

    ok. so i made an animation to commemorate mars volta. more importantly though is that it emphasizes omar's package. ode to tight pants.

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    kind of bland

    no charitable hello or glance in my direction just a graceful walk-by to test my lacking patience warming sensations, thoughts of sexual situations dark brown on gold and hand-me-down kisses denim wrapped candy skin to envelop my senses congratulations, this autumn has brought with it temptation inspiring scribbled sonnets on white diner napkins beige coffee ring stains over my love confessions heart-choked logic in thump-thump succession that's all i need is another superficial distraction to cloud progress by reality's definition "what a waste" whispered at my funeral procession …