of one thing I am adamantly positive...

... and this is that I quite absolutely hate being alone at night, especially away from home. Being in my house with everyone else asleep does not count as "alone." Me and my Vue on the lonely highway, driving home from work at 11:30, most certainly does. Tonight was the last night of my (approximately) year-and-a-half-long, weekly job of cleaning the grain elevator offices in town, and it wasn't as bittersweet as some of my previous job-endings have been. The work was alright ... but I'm awfully glad to be home.

the least of these

We live in a fast, fast world. It's all at our fingertips, and the definition of "impossible" only shrinks - especially in America, with a standard of living so unbelievably high, and no social or religious caste system holding any of us irreversibly in check. There is truly very, very little that any of us literally couldn't do (within the realm of human possibility), if we wanted to badly enough.

Change your mind about what you want to make for dinner tonight? The grocery store is just down the street - they have everything, and you can probably afford at least a couple extra items. Want to learn to play basketball or saxophone, sew a dress, fix a car, build a house? Stardom isn't guaranteed, but if you apply yourself you can learn.

be kind. rewind. recycle. remember.

I feel a sort of inexplicable moral obligation to blog.
I feel what a long time it's been since I rhymed a rhythm.
I feel thoughts and joys and problems burgeoning near craziness.
And I feel absolutely disinclined to write anything original tonight.
So here's a re-post from my old blog, since, in spite of my current inability to corral my hordes of stampeding thoughts, this versification still expresses one of numerous topics battling for top position on the latest edition of Things On My Mind.


Last time I posted it, I called it "Skin Deep." It might need a new title. 


A city on a hilltop stood,
with gleaming walls all round;
and all within were fair and good-
but none remembered there, who should,
that sickness lurked within the wood
that did their walls surround.