Lately I’ve been making fun of a girl I used to know because she said the point of life (is there a point?) is to be happy. I’m thinking I’ve been misguided to make fun. Of course something that sounds so simple is ripe for humor, but that doesn’t make it false. Moreover, at least…

Ever since I was quite young, I’ve always sought to “raise the bar” (which I assume to be a high jump or pole vault metaphor, rather than, say, limbo). For some reason, I find myself irritated when I see people celebrate their accomplishments. It’s like now they can stop or something, but I believe that…

Ever since I was very young… well, to be honest, I wanted to be an adult. I enjoyed kid stuff, but I wanted to contribute, to matter. And so, ever since I was very young, I wanted to know what the purpose of all this is. Specifically, I have always had the sense it’s not…

When I was in 4th grade, I _loved_ calligraphy. And dogs. That year, after Christmas but long before Amazon.com and its wealth of options, my dad took me to the bookstore, where I spent TWENTY-FIVE dollars on a calligraphy book. I also got a Young MC tape (Stone Cold Rhymin’), not to date myself haha….

I’ll admit I had the lyrics of this song wrong and my childhood best friend was right. Alas. At the beginning of Ministry’s “Just One Fix,” two guys are talking, and one says “Give me the Thorazine” and the other replies, “You don’t need the Thorazine.” I always thought he said, “Give me the force”…

Admittedly, this all could be my own misinterpretation. Or maybe this is a stage in life I’m experiencing. When I was in college, about exactly 20 years ago, I wanted to make a bunch of money, so that I could perceive myself as successful and have nice things. This would, in turn, make me more…