Author Archives: randomyriad

Ups and Downs on the Cartoon Roller Coaster

Posted on July 11, 2010 by randomyriad

So much is happening in my life now, and yet I am in a holding pattern waiting for the next anvil to fall. In short my life seems kind of cartoony, but nothing of substance has yet changed. We finally … Continue reading →

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Moving On/Getting Away from the Mice in the Walls

Posted on June 25, 2010 by randomyriad

This morning I woke up to the sound of gnawing. Tiny teeth were biting into the soft wood inside the wall of my bedroom. “What can I do about that?” I thought. If I bang on the wall I will … Continue reading →

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It’s Not the Words that Count

Posted on June 8, 2010 by randomyriad

“It’s not the words that count but the rush of truth which uses words for its purposes; as a virtuoso performing on his instrument may use any combination of the notes within a beat (the word) but it is the … Continue reading →

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101 in 1001: One Year Check In

Posted on June 5, 2010 by randomyriad

It has been one year since I started working on my 101 in 1001 list. I have had some successes, but I feel like I am slacking on many of the tasks. I have not felt very inspired this year. … Continue reading →

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Windy Walk To Work

Posted on June 3, 2010 by randomyriad

Passing by the Lake on a Spring Morning It looks wet out there, maybe it’s just windy that window is wet, freshly wet wind blown water from the sky Wind waves breaking on shore I stretch into my stride A … Continue reading →

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