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15 years ago
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25 Laps around the Sun,
but still no clue how this race is won.
I hope your day finds you well. For those of you in the Sacramento area, we may be having an impromptu BBQ. More information on this as it becomes organized.
I'm officially a quarter century old, and am AMAZED at the amount of people who has contacted me today. Frankly, I'd forgotten that I knew so many people in the first place!
Still working on my audio recap of the last decade. Finding news clips of some events, such as Michael Jordan retiring, have been surprisingly difficult to find online. I may just have to announce the events myself.
When I think of the last ten years, here's a series of memories that come to mind. I'm feeling rather poetic. Ten years in 343 words.
Loss of gravity. Death. First Kiss. New home. Fresh warm towels. The beaches of Hawaii. Pale, thin, wonderful lady legs. A pigskin. Throwing a man through a locker. Justice for the picked on. Limelights. Spotlights. Stage freight. Friends. A box of six sided dice. A shady corner in a fantasy pub. First love. Nerds abound. Cartoon art. Curling up with someone warm. Moving. New place. Dorm life. Alcohol. 20 years and no one has learned to share.
Late nights talking on the phone under a street light. Rage. Loss. Distrust. Cliff diving. Cold, fresh water. My first time preforming stand up in front of a live audience. Sweat. Hopping a train from Philidelphia to New York and not answering my phone for two months. Leaving California to go backpacking for a week. Bright lights. Friends and family visiting when I was terribly sick. Couch surfing. A camp of drunken gypsies. People pretending to be vampires.
Queen of hearts. An absinthe party with Amanda Palmer. Sneaking backstage during a Regina Spektor concert. The thump, sweat, lights, and energy of happy hardcore. A small blue pill with a dolphin on it. Watching a glow stick die out. The splash of harsh green light when a glow stick breaks.
The birth of my little brother. My first piece of fan art. Camping on the edge of earth and water. Chasing a dream. Living together. Chicken Tagine. Trying to find happiness through work. Failing. Wine. Lots of deep, red wine. Burgers and Fries at a fancy restaurant. Sleeping for three days straight. Realizing that, somehow, I've begun to care about someone again. Undermining a connection with my own hang ups. Realizing that I am not infallible. Realizing everyone is not out to get me.
Losing my first major job. Joining my friends. A smelly house. Getting by. Being happy with nothing. A beautiful belly dancer, all curves and hope. A clay bowl. Standing up for myself and quitting an unreasonable job. Adventures in southern California. Realizing that I've become a bit of a neo-hippy. My favorite red wine.
but still no clue how this race is won.
I hope your day finds you well. For those of you in the Sacramento area, we may be having an impromptu BBQ. More information on this as it becomes organized.
I'm officially a quarter century old, and am AMAZED at the amount of people who has contacted me today. Frankly, I'd forgotten that I knew so many people in the first place!
Still working on my audio recap of the last decade. Finding news clips of some events, such as Michael Jordan retiring, have been surprisingly difficult to find online. I may just have to announce the events myself.
When I think of the last ten years, here's a series of memories that come to mind. I'm feeling rather poetic. Ten years in 343 words.
Loss of gravity. Death. First Kiss. New home. Fresh warm towels. The beaches of Hawaii. Pale, thin, wonderful lady legs. A pigskin. Throwing a man through a locker. Justice for the picked on. Limelights. Spotlights. Stage freight. Friends. A box of six sided dice. A shady corner in a fantasy pub. First love. Nerds abound. Cartoon art. Curling up with someone warm. Moving. New place. Dorm life. Alcohol. 20 years and no one has learned to share.
Late nights talking on the phone under a street light. Rage. Loss. Distrust. Cliff diving. Cold, fresh water. My first time preforming stand up in front of a live audience. Sweat. Hopping a train from Philidelphia to New York and not answering my phone for two months. Leaving California to go backpacking for a week. Bright lights. Friends and family visiting when I was terribly sick. Couch surfing. A camp of drunken gypsies. People pretending to be vampires.
Queen of hearts. An absinthe party with Amanda Palmer. Sneaking backstage during a Regina Spektor concert. The thump, sweat, lights, and energy of happy hardcore. A small blue pill with a dolphin on it. Watching a glow stick die out. The splash of harsh green light when a glow stick breaks.
The birth of my little brother. My first piece of fan art. Camping on the edge of earth and water. Chasing a dream. Living together. Chicken Tagine. Trying to find happiness through work. Failing. Wine. Lots of deep, red wine. Burgers and Fries at a fancy restaurant. Sleeping for three days straight. Realizing that, somehow, I've begun to care about someone again. Undermining a connection with my own hang ups. Realizing that I am not infallible. Realizing everyone is not out to get me.
Losing my first major job. Joining my friends. A smelly house. Getting by. Being happy with nothing. A beautiful belly dancer, all curves and hope. A clay bowl. Standing up for myself and quitting an unreasonable job. Adventures in southern California. Realizing that I've become a bit of a neo-hippy. My favorite red wine.
ArcNova
~arcnova
More than a little belated, but Happy Birthday! :D
