Category: Life

Here’s to making civic pride and noble care a high value again. He was our only hope. I am cheered and the city I live in is expressing great pride and happiness.

Last night was our first local autumnal rainstorm, and it got dark early thanks to the dastardly end of daylight savings time. At 6:30 or so in the evening, right after my friend Mike arrived to study verilog with Mr. Pencil, our electricity went kaput. I had just started getting ready to redistribute some type [...]

But but but I miss kitties so much. My old roommate Monish took this video at the Gantenbein house.

I’ve been thinking about Madrid. Here I am there, in the Prado. Mr. Pencil took this photo.

One I am trying to formulate a logotype for my private press (that is, a logo for the stuff I print). I’m relatively set on the name “Pencilhaven”, and I want to create something visual that involves letterforms, most likely “P” and “H.” I’m getting close. Believe it or not this represents about four hours [...]

This is a weird one, but I have a notepaper issue. I have severe pathos for the slow fade-and-disappear act that narrow-ruled paper seems to be performing in this country. Wide rule is for, I don’t know, people who use crayons as their primary medium of expression, and college rule is kind of a euphemism. [...]

Today’s infusion of Remicade–my first–is all done with now. I was a bit antsy having to have this done at the Cancer Center at St. Vincent’s (I am quite sensitive to the discomfort and suffering of others; I was worried that the distress of those who are much worse off than I would make me [...]

Yesterday was my birthday. It happens to me sometimes, usually approximately annually; I increment age. This year was a sleeper; though pressed by caring ones around me, I was loathe to commit to any festivities or even acknowledge the impending oldening. Except that, despite plan-fail on my part, my homies were wonderful: my phone made [...]

In which walking, salmon spawning, cake, dog, autumn colors and some sort of Evil Death Bird Screech. A slow montage.

The last few months have taught me that Crohn’s is a systemic disease. It doesn’t have a sense of place or boundaries. It’s not shy to start knocking the doors of my joints or steal energy from my mind or make me feel confused and broken. I’d sum up the biggest problem right now as: [...]