Tarzan Never Showed Up

For a long time no one mowed the back yard. The grass grew and grew until it was almost as tall as me. Being four years old, that meant the grass was at most three feet tall, probably two, which is pretty high by most modern standards. At that time dad still hadn’t set the…

Midnight Love Taps

I was in a park. I don’t remember much of the goings on around me other than being at the park, having fun and being agitated, a fun agitated, as if playing a game of hide and seek and always being “it”. Suddenly, I feel a hard punch at my arm. Did someone just run…

My History of Bikes

For the record, I bought a bike right after writing this. $100 at Target. $118, if you count the seat I got with it. (The default seat was rather painful.) Tried a number of the thrift stores, but none had adult-sized bikes.

The World According to the Bottom Bunk

We didn’t have beds when we first moved to the US. The four of us shared two small chair beds my parents got, probably from Goodwill. (I should really ask them about that.) Both were broken, so instead of folding out into a bed they sort of split into two pieces. The lucky one that…

When Should I Start Caring?

NOTE: This post was actually written about 7 months ago, when I was in the middle of getting tested for a number of conditions. I was hurt and afraid. Its tone will therefore be considerably different than what you’re used to, if you’re a frequent reader. I decided to publish this because I felt it…

Productivity in 2009

“Now is the time to design the next ten years of your life–not once they’re over. — Anthony Robbins, Awaken the Giant WithinDriving to my parent’s house last night, I was listening to the Gnarles Barkley song “Crazy”. Over and over again. That’s because it was the first time I’d ever caught this passage: My…