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first, feast your eyes on one pretty kitty. look at her.. workin’ the camera. { my eighteen-year-old kitty. her name's april pudding. (: yes, I named her when I was three. go ahead, be jealous. } I love my ancient cat. she had a stroke a couple of years back, and so she walks with her head [...] today I feel.. unbalanced. a little off-kilter and dizzy. like the world’s spinning and I’m standing still. no, I’m not on any drugs. it’s just one of those weird days. the ones where you know something’s wrong, but don’t quite know what it is yet. where you feel like there’s a strong possibility you could walk out of [...] well, my day before 4 p.m. in pictures. the rest is sorta inconsequential and boring. click the photo to see how it fit in my [...] promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would I’d never leave. — winnie the pooh I’ve said a lot of goodbyes in my life. we moved around a lot when I was a kid, and I was forever saying goodbye to friends and places. I never expected that one of the things south [...] { warning: this is probably going to be hard to follow and a tad scattered. here’s my apology in advance. *shrug* sorry. } people have always sat across from me and told me that I was incredibly focused for my age. they told me that I was mature, thoughtful, and really knew where I was headed. then they [...] that’s me today. it’s hard to find words to explain how i feel today, probably because they’re all swimming around my head bumping into each other like ungraceful fish. (are fish ever ungraceful?) maybe more like swans before they become graceful, or like a whole mess of ugly ducklings. i’ll give it a rousing try anyways, because it’s [...] …thank God for small mercies. i’mma be honest. there are lots of small things that cheer me. lots of tiny, seemingly insignificant things, words, and moments that I don’t give credit to, but that round out the harsh edges of my heart and bring a fragment of color where there was only ugly shades of [...] {“When I look at books, I see an outdated technology, like scrolls before books,’’ said headmaster James Tracy.} as strange as this is, my stomach turned when I read this story. “A screen is less conducive to deep concentration than the stillness of the page. Bits are brittle.” — matthew kirschenbaum I agree with what mr. kirschenbaum [...] I’ve got a lot on tap, yet I just bought a couple more I’ve been itching to read. see, there’s something unbelievably comfortable about having books I want to read in the house, even if I know I might be months from finishing them all. I stockpile, if I had to define it, but I only [...] this is what my saturday usually amounts to.. lifting in the garage with my dad.
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