Monthly Archives: December 2003

[scene] One time during his later years, an aged and weary Andrew sat down at a café on a warm California Christmas Eve. “Is there something I can get you today, sir?” asked the waitress. Her name was Reagan. She … Continue reading →

It is like a dueling banjo competition, with either side plucking the chords of light until an overwhelming fevered pitch is reached and one side emerges the victor. The challenger from the East is slow to warm up, but always … Continue reading →

Houston was also beautiful to see from the air. First it was just a few glowing clouds beneath the plane, then the light began to break through the clouds as we got closer. As we passed through the clouds, the … Continue reading →

Praise the heavens. There is a strangely warm and luminous rain on a cold night in Morgantown. It reminds me of nature’s grace and beauty, despite all this human grafitti that we call civilization. Even as the cold touch of … Continue reading →

In anticipation of my upcoming twenty-second birthday, I have composed a haiku sequal to last year’s. It carries on with the blackjack as a metaphor for life theme. Happy Birthday Andrew! (2004) Twenty-two is bust. I am over twenty-one, can … Continue reading →

Sydney Smith (1771–1845), a witty parson, writes the following in his Sketches of Moral Philosophy: If you choose to represent the various parts in life by holes upon a table, of different shapes—some circular, some triangular, some square, some oblong—and … Continue reading →

Previous Journal Entries [We Are Worlds Apart, 05/19/2003] It is not age or distance or race or gender that divide us; it is experience. [My One Week of Summer, August 2003] An insight: The breaking of the waves is just … Continue reading →