My 1978 Chevy power-to-the-max offroading adventurous little go-machine was a camperized wonder of the "how didn't it break down" kind. And with Betty as my trusty rusty sidekick did I engage in many many fine adventures. Including time travel.

You can do so much better than care about any of that shit.
Dance lightly.
Be free.
Let go of the things that drag you down, they have no power.

I'd bet a dollar per donut that all my regular readers already know I got a new job. A while ago. It's old news, really. But I suppose, given that I announced my desire on this blog, some kind of online conclusion is only fitting.
So, I've got a new job. The [...]

Of late, I have been more open; inviting. I’d like to add honest and kind, but perhaps not...

It's been a while since I've posted anything. My appologies, but sometimes life intervenes, and sometimes we can't think of what to do, and sometimes we're just lazy. But sometimes, all that brings insights and ponderings

I don't understand why people have to cling so tightly to their narrow definitions of what is societally acceptable, nor why they have to throw stones at people who violate those definitions.
And on another note if you are so afraid of your shadow then maybe there's a reason. Maybe that shadow should pop to life, [...]