Month: August 2008

10 years agoAugust of 1998—I graduated from high school in the spring and worked during the summer, probably stripping beds at the resort for the Siepierski’s, babysitting, helping tend ginseng beds, or working at Video Hut—some combination of those options.  Around this time of the year, my family packed up all my stuff and drove… Continue reading

I like writing from home.  I like writing from home whole heaps more than I like writing at work.  I feel more creative there, even if it doesn’t show through what I’m writing.  I dunno.  It’s just . . . nicer. But sometimes writing is like an itch and I have to scratch it.  And… Continue reading

I’m sitting at home for once and writing.  I haven’t written a post from my home computer in I can’t remember how long.  I hope to get back to writing from home more frequently, but it’s just been easier to write while in between projects at work.  Especially while home is so chaotic. I didn’t… Continue reading

There are days, like today, when I sit at my desk at work and wonder why the heck anyone cares what I do.  Or more accurately, whether anyone actually notices if I manage to do absolutely nothing with my day.  Does what I do matter that little?  And the answer on those days is usually,… Continue reading

I’m having a cluttered brain moment day here and I’m trying to find a little focus by plopping this all down onto paper, or the electronic equivalent thereof. Worst things first.  Justin pointed me toward this article.   Just when you think you’re heard the worst of the crazy, it turns out that it’s right in… Continue reading