57: forging a new trail

I detest small talk, particularly about the weather, so excuse me for this: the weather yesterday was absolutely beautiful, right?

Sunny, nearly cloudless skies; warm and breezy, but not too much so of either. Excellent.

And because of that, I was posed with a bit of a dilemma. Continue reading “57: forging a new trail”

56: if you could give up one of these physical needs, which would you choose?

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I was asked this hypothetical question the other day:

If you were able to give up the physical need for one of the following, and had to choose one, which would you choose?

  1. Eating
  2. Breathing
  3. Sleeping

It’s an interesting question. Each choose comes with certain benefits and pitfalls, and each poses difficult mechanical questions. Continue reading “56: if you could give up one of these physical needs, which would you choose?”

55: I can’t really afford to live every day like it’s my last

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What if, one day, you woke up and discovered that you only had 28 days to live? Continue reading “55: I can’t really afford to live every day like it’s my last”

54: why I love a dark and dreary day

storm

How ’bout that weather, eh?

Disclaimer: I acknowledge that, yes, it is still winter, and yes, it might be a little weird that Pennsylvania has seen so many warm, humid days recently. Some more informed folks than I probably see cause for concern. Who am I to say?

I am qualified to say that days like today are among my absolute favorite kinds of day, speaking in terms of the weather. Continue reading “54: why I love a dark and dreary day”

53: closed doors

closed door

Today I have what is much less a blog and much more a song I wrote.

As you may know, I play guitar in MOONROOF, a spacey indie-pop/rock band. We write songs together and it’s a whole lot of fun, but on occasion I like to strike out on my own and write something by myself. Continue reading “53: closed doors”

52: i think i’m multilingual, dude

My mother hates it when I “call her dude.”

Funny thing is, I’ve never actually called her “dude” before. Since she reads this blog, I’m sure this will be a revelation for her. Continue reading “52: i think i’m multilingual, dude”