Writing
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Clear Lake
Back in Houston for a few days, just enough time to wash clothes, shop, catch up on a few days of…
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Seattle
Things I didn’t do: visit Fremont or the University District; go on a ferry; get out of the…
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San Francisco
I’d forgotten how tastefully pretty the city is. Going to the same old stores was kind of…
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Sunnyvale
Endless sprawl and strip malls, just like “home” only different. Being driven…
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Santa Barbara
Sun, sea, people, blue skies, distant mountains. Bars, restaurants, shops, trees, cyclists,…
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School’s out for, etc.
No, I’ve really finished all my college work this time. And just in time to head off to the…
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Me, me, me
So, having almost emerged from my week or so of relentless work avoidance* I should be bursting…
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Priorities
I feel bad that I haven’t written in a while. I’ve entered the final two weeks of term…
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Dream a little dream
Do you ever dream about falling in love? An instant text-book case of looking into a…
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My new toy
I know, I owe this site some new words, and I’ve had a swirl of half-ideas drifting back and…
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The Dark Ages of Renaissance
But I had a headache, not quite a wincingly bad one but bad enough that I couldn’t face…
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There’s no here here
Every Friday I travel into downtown Houston to see a movie or two. Since selling my car a few weeks…
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Never falling
Three unsatisfactory analogies for how it feels to watch films like High Fidelity when you’ve…
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Blue things, white things, pinky-brownish things
Yesterday, given that it was a gorgeous and not too humid Houston day, I went for my first open-air…
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I can’t stop
Someone returned to Haddock after weeks off the list. It’s strange how quickly someone you…
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It’s a future, kinda.
So if I write something just after midnight, do I give it the date of “today”, like I…
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Diversion
You’d think I’d got better things to do than be here at 3.30am finishing yet another…
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Fuggedaboudit
I can clutch at straws for years. Long after a spark failed to light, a few well-read emails or…
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Jukebox
Maura wrote about which albums she’d put in a jukebox, and while I hate to appear like I have…
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The caravan
My mother sent me photos of the old caravan. For as long as I can remember, more than 25 years, my…
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Go outside
A midday call to my sister, only slightly coherent, my brain still whirling from everything…
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It’s all coming together nicely
It’s strange, but wonderful, when so many things click into place. Or, rather than clicking…
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People are stupid
I’ve been arguing with myself over whether to write something online for some time and this…