Tag Archives: My Life

The Windblown World: One Man’s Attempt to Stay Awake

I am reading “The Windblown World“, a compilation of Jack Kerouac‘s journals from 1947-1954. This is a man who thought about his life and struggled with the huge questions of existence, but he never seems to lose his naive wonder … Continue reading

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Writing Myself Up From Way Down Here

I am in a weird space these days. I come here every now and then. It is a space where my dreams don’t make sense and nothing I do or think about inspires me, where my life seems like a … Continue reading

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Every Path Leads Somewhere

I was lying in bed early this morning after waking up from a strange nightmare. Something about pulling papers out of a confidential file that I wasn’t supposed to access. I ended up with some terrible lung disease as a … Continue reading

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Back to Work Blahs

I am just finishing my spring break week off, and I feel very ambivalent about what I have spent my time doing and going back to my routine of having the middle of my day absorbed by work. I like … Continue reading

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Here I Am Again Wondering How I Got Here

My memory is so mysterious and unreliable, shifty, that I have to set up landmarks in my own history to tie it down, but stable points are hard to find, the births of my children, the day Mary and I … Continue reading

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