My Decision, Dammit.

My Decision, Dammit.

How romantic would it be to call myself a writer? It seems so much more supple an answer than ‘a mom’ or ‘a student’ or ‘a freeloading wise ass’. ‘Oh, I’m a writer’, said nonchalantly even though my insides would be fluttering about wildly as the words left my lips. I’m a very pessimistic person, and I don’t think that my writing is that good. Sometimes, I write something that I’m proud of here on this blog, and someone says I’m a great writer in the comments and my heart swells, but then I read another blog, an entry that to me is not very good, and the people in the comments are fawning over how wonderful of a writer that person is and it knocks me back down into…
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Tempestuous Love.

Tempestuous Love.

I rip out my heart and hand it to him. It’s pulsating and blanketed in pus, infected from all of the unhealed wounds inflicted upon it over the years. He stands with it cradled in his palms, cupping it tightly like de León would have water from The Fountain of Youth: determined not to let a drop spill. He watches it beat, brings it up to eye level and studies its languid rhythm, watching it steadily slow and become irregular. He smirks, turns his hands over and lets it fall to his feet where it lands with a resounding thud: the calcified torment in each vessel weighing it down. He lifts his foot and stares into my face, his naked heel hovering just over that crucial part of me. I…
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I’m Boycotting Blogging.

I’m Boycotting Blogging.

Not really. I’m just sick. Again. Some of you know that I’ve been pretty sick off and on for a few weeks now. No, it’s not serious. I’m slightly diabetic (hypoperglycemic) and I haven’t been taking care of myself or keeping tabs on my blood sugar levels. They are higher than they should be and have weakened my immune system quite a bit so I keep getting infections. I don’t feel like blogging. I don’t feel like reading. I don’t feel like doing anything but curling up into a little ball in bed and sleeping. I can’t do that though, because that type of luxury isn’t afforded to single mothers. Anyway, consider this an explanation for why I’m not posting or commenting for the next few days. I don’t feel…
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Hi. My name is Mark and I have a blog.

Hi. My name is Mark and I have a blog.

I've been blog post free for one year. I started blogging five years ago because it was what all the cool kids were doing. I'd dabbled in online journaling prior to blogging, but it wasn't anywhere as addictive. It's the comments, man. There's nothing like getting dozens of comments from people you don't even know that live all over the world. Kindred spirits, because most of them want you to come visit their corner of the internet and leave your mark on their blog too with another comment. Memes were never my thing, though I did a few. Recipes and the Recipe of the week, that was my signature thanks to my grandma's endless collection of old weird cookbooks. And then, I married another blogger and quit blogging. What can…
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Yes, I’ll be right with you

Yes, I’ll be right with you

Okay, I'm back. Thanks for waiting. I said we had a nice new view. Because everything on the internet is imaginary and fake I feel the need to prove our view. That's Mount Baker in the morning. It lives in Washington state and luckily we're far enough away to not be able to tell how American it is. It looks lovely, doesn't it? I took that picture one early morning so I wouldn't have to get up that early ever again. Sometimes things come across my lap, literally, that need to get onto the internet. Netbooks are the new Zubaz, so when I got to play with a brand new one I was intrigued. 1. Make a gun with your thumb and index finger. Prepare to be Tasered (Canada only).…
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You Would Think…

You Would Think…

That it would be easy to blog regularly now that I'm an old married man that has settled into the routine of eat, sleep, work and play. The unfortunate part that I left out of the equation above is the significant quantity of boring that results. No longer do I have the kind of exciting and fascinating life that makes for a blog full of interesting posts. Well, I don't know that I ever had that exciting and fascinating life but I seemed to have far more stuff to write about before. If I were to sum up things in just one phrase it would be HOV lane dog farts. We travel fast and far in the High Occupancy Vehicle lane every day on the morning commute. All of those…
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Smells Like Pine Sol Without all the Fakeness.

Smells Like Pine Sol Without all the Fakeness.

Anyone who has been to Pike Place Market in Seattle knows that it's full of great fruits, vegetables and art and most of it for reasonable or very low prices. While we were there last Wednesday we had to pick up a huge $15 bouquet of dahlias, sun flowers, and a couple other flowers I don't know. They looked great for about 3 days, but at $15, no complaints. On Friday it was time to head the other direction for a weekend getaway up north at Whistler. In two years you'll see some Winter Olympic Events up there. It's a gorgeous getaway and I highly recommend it. We stayed at the Whistler Westin Resort and Spa. It was a beautiful Friday afternoon when we arrived. Our room had a kitchen,…
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I’m afraid of my urine

I’m afraid of my urine

The bar exam is 19 days away and studying is tough, but I'm working on it. Clearly, I'm going to need all the help I can get and in that regard I have been taking ginkgo biloba all summer. Don't ask if it works until after I've gotten my exam results. With the exam closing in I decided it was time to ramp it up and I've added a B-Complex Vitamin to the mix. It purports to help mental and physical energy. These vitamins are friggin huge. Also included (for extra money, I'm certain) is Vitamin C and some more ginkgo biloba. Again, if you want to know how they work check back in September. The B-complex vitamin has had one immediate effect, however, that anyone else who has taken…
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“You Like Music?”

“You Like Music?”

On a sunny morning we headed for Vancouver's first park: Stanley Park. Being the off season it was hard to find anything to eat but in the end, chicken strips at Prospect Point provided the nutrition and calories for the long walk around the seawall. Upon finishing brunch we checked out the view from the point and encountered an overly friendly and cheery man who was trying to make friends with everyone. After a question or two to break the ice his true motives became clear when he asked if we liked music. Would we like to buy his CD? By the time he'd asked if we'd buy his CD we were in a full Monty Python "Run AWAY!" Now if you've been to Stanley Park, you know that Prospect…
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Spring Breaking

Spring Breaking

Yeah, that's right. It's spring break, folks. I just got back to hitting the blogging hard and it's already time for another vacation. Just kidding, but I am going away for break. I'm flying where all the cool kids go for spring break: Canada. Who needs white sand beaches and bikini clad undergrads with absolutely no class or self-restraint. Who am I kidding, apart from the temperature, Canada is no different. It's really the last undiscovered spring break destination so I'm going to be ahead of the curve and go before the beaches fill up. Hey, when the so-called "Global Climate Change" melts the ice caps and the penguins and polar bears give up their firm control of Canada everybody's going to want to move there. At least our commander-in-chief…
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