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“Self portraits” aka “The end of an era”

It’s the end of an era, I guess. My trademark is no more. I’m serious. It’s gone. My built-in cat-toy… my man-leash…—whatever you want to call that strange braided patch of long hair that I have had for what? Fifteen years?—met its fate with a pair of scissors on Sunday, March 23, 2008.
Seeing that I [...]

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Six new old stories….

I was ego-surfing the internet archives the other day, and I realized that some of the posts that I had made before my old server went down had actually been archived there and not simply lost to the digital graveyard. I’ve decided to pre-date them to match the dates they were originally posted, so you [...]

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Welcome confusement

I keep waiting for the moment
When things are going to clear up.
The everyday things.
The seemingly meaningless things.
The answers to the “What are you going to do with your life?” questions
And to the question, “So, what should we do this weekend?”
But waiting leads nowhere,
And thinking about the simple questions often end up complicating them.
Still, I go [...]

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Various Audience Acts

The day of the big concert is at hand, and I have so many important things on my mind…
I’m going to wear my biggest, shiniest, most uncomfortable (but hardcore-looking) boots I have, even if it means I’ll have to stand in one place for the whole evening.
I’m going to re-dye my dreadlocks. I just can’t [...]

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“Where you From?”

In a little while, I’ll be celebrating my 14 year anniversary of moving to the States. I was eleven when I left, so most of my life has been spent here. Still, when I consider the question, “Where are you from?” my answer seems to vary, often depending on my mood or on who’s asking.
Interestingly [...]

My Hands

I’ve never been one to think of myself as attractive or handsome or anything like that. Nor have I gone to the other extreme… But I must admit that there’s something about my hands that I love. Not just my hands, actually, but the area just below my elbows to my fingertips.
I’m not sure what [...]

Picnic on a Thawing River

For the past month, at least three days each week, the path to my destination involved a short walk along which I crossed the Charles River. Until this week, the river’s flow has been trapped under a sheet of ice. And every time I cross and look at the sight, I think of the Faust [...]

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Creative Forces

Some years ago, I wrote stories all the time. And while nothing I wrote was particularly ground-breaking, looking back at it all, a lot of the stuff was really good. Add to that all the drawings I did and all the music I played… Basically, I was incredibly prolific during my high-school and early college [...]

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