Year: 2005
Apologies vs. Forgiveness
Posted on February 6, 2005 in Ettiquette
I am not accepting apologies that I do not deserve.
Ogres’ Anonymous: Getting Religion
Posted on February 6, 2005 in Addictions Poems
I dedicate this to all the dry drunks out there who haven’t figured out that stopping their drinking is not enough.
Big Little Man
Posted on February 5, 2005 in Reflections
People think that when you are six feet four inches, you don’t fear anyone.
A Small Group Teaches Me About the World
Posted on February 5, 2005 in Compassion Hope and Joy Writing Groups
In my writing group, I make two promises.
Measuring Accomplishment vs. Measuring Dignity
Posted on February 4, 2005 in Reflections Silicon Valley
The hardest thing for me to change is a certain egalitarianism which might actually be hindering my personal growth.
Happy Birthday Lynnikin!
Posted on February 3, 2005 in Milestones
We’re going out to dinner tonight.
The Illusion is Over
Posted on February 3, 2005 in Courage & Activism Social Justice
Last night’s State of the Union address should have dispelled out doubts that George W. Bush spent the last four years pandering to the extreme right just so he could be reelected and start on his real, more moderate plan.
Darth Vader was Right
Posted on February 2, 2005 in Anger Reading
In his strange way, Darth Vader was right.
Stalking-Enabled
Posted on February 1, 2005 in Clueless Oafs Internet Privacy Scoundrels
I am one of the few men who has suffered being stalked.
A Genome Project of the Page
Posted on January 31, 2005 in Prose Arcana
Not everything that comes to the page is breeding stock. Words arrive, but they have had vasectomies or hysterectomies. I ask them what they have to say, but they are heavy smokers and their tracheotomies prevent them from speaking like a friend I had once who had to put his hand over the hole in his throat to talk. The words that come have no hands, so they can’t address me. This genome project of the page doesn’t reproduce very well, consequently. As I write this, people chatter around me. Their words come in sentences. Lots of words pour from fecund lips. Me running away from all that language. How fortunate they are to have syllables worth the dance on their tongues!
ORVs
Posted on January 31, 2005 in Conservation
There seem to be two kinds of people: those who know that they share this world and those who have got to have it to themselves.
