My friend is missing in Iraq and I have done every damn thing I can short of calling the authorities. I will give it another day or so. I know if I make the call he will in turn call me a fool for making him look like one.

I am going away.. I may be sometime. Actually I may never be back, but we will. The only adventure open to the cowardly? Who said that?

It seems that for some of us we start in one room and work your way around the house until we get back to the first room we played with. Then we start all over again. I am guessing this continues until your walls hold enough cd’s, dvd’s and trashy ornaments to earn a steady [...]

I am moved… Not emotionally, physically… well, ok, a little remnant stress connected with another very ordinary house move. It is hassle enough for me to contemplate burning the house down and starting again rather than to cram my cluttered life into boxes. Why do we hoard so? I have a pretty good idea but [...]