MCA is in the ground. In May 1995, the dregs of my sophomore year of college, I
Tomorrow Never Knows
Ever inward
Writing blog posts can be burdensome for the mainly introverted, which has something to do with why 2b+3s is often left whithering on the vine. Its author has plenty to say but it’s mostly said inward, to himself, in short bursts of
He doesn’t know and isn’t concerned with how many of him there are, what percentage of the world he composes — that would be a condition too extroverted for him. But he is troubled that the overwhelming majority of what he thinks — the very elements of his human cognition – goes completely uncommunicated and thus unknown by virtually all but him. It troubles him not because the world will never know what he believes, in precise and exquisite detail and grandeur, but because he may never know. Because he understands that without dialogue, or writing to an audience, our minds atrophy and ossify. Logic deteriorates in an
a cab ride
Just a trip home last shot last Friday, edited this week while being Mr. Mom for Vivian. Enjoy.
42 lovin’
I prefer the 43, myself, but kudos nonetheless to Mr. Moffatt:
It always ends the same
Television, a pretty catchy
A few resolutions

Looking ahead to 2012.
2011, what a whipsaw of a year. 2012, here’s what I want from ya:
- to be a better dad, husband, son, brother, friend
- to read more and watch less (bad) tv
- to make more stuff from scratch
- to find a passion
- to be more kind to strangers, especially during the commute
- to take fewer cabs
- to run fewer red lights on my bike
- to spend less frivolously
- to find a new dentist
- to take more hikes in Rock Creek Park
- to be less frustrated by stuff I can’t readily change
- to be less introverted
- to forget more of my past (that needs forgetting)
- to make one new friend
- to learn something new about one old friend
- to pick up more bar tabs
- to leave fewer umbrellas in cabs
- to take my job more seriously
- to be less of a hypocrite
- to lower my cholesterol
- to say more “thank you”s out loud to no one in particular
- to get to the gym or exercise more
- to blog more (!)
- to care less about stuff beyond my sphere of influence
- to increase my sphere of influence
- to go to bed a half hour earlier
- to drink more water
- to use fewer disposable products
- to give more to charity
Probably some more stuff but that’s what comes to mind at present.
Welcome
Leaf
Just a leaf in Central Park that I took a closeup of a couple years ago.
2012

A few years older, hopefully a few years wiser, my intention this time around is to avoid the daily (and sometimes hourly) ups and downs of our quadrennial fit of sadomasochism known as the presidential election cycle. Wholly aware of the revolting array of alternatives, I care a great deal about Obama’s reelection, probably a great deal more than the average person. But whether he wins a second term is not my paramount concern. What worries me most is the reason he will win or lose, despite the lies, battles within battlegrounds, the
Nevermind

Krist Novoselic during the Nirvana live performance at East Ballroom, Husky Union Building, University of Washington, Seattle, WA (1/6/1990)
Eighteen years ago I was an 18 y.o. freshman at the University of Washington. Something was just barely ended, the last bit of it quickly dissipating. I couldn’t admit it to myself but I knew whenever I took a deep breath that whatever was in the air was going, going, gone. Just a few years ago, a pre-Teen Spirit Nirvana played the East Ballroom of the Husky Union Building, the same HUB where I ate lonely microwave cheeseburgers between classes but could hardly imagine an event of any significance ever happening there, let alone anything seminal. And then it seemed to rain for many weeks or years – take your pick – on end until I lost track of all the weather patterns that must have occured elsewhere. The

