Living the Liminal

You’ve got to know
When to hold ‘em,
Know when to fold ‘em
Know when to walk away,
Know when to run.
You never count your money
When you’re sittin’ at the table.
There’ll be time enough for countin’
When the dealin’s done.

I have spent the last [...]

[From xkcd - A webcomic of romance, sarcasm, math, and language - By Randall Munroe]
Yeah. What he said.
I was going to write more - actually did write more - but you know what? Either you get this or you don’t. I definitely measure more regrets of the things I didn’t do than the things I [...]

Sitting up at my grandparent’s camp at Square Pond in Shipleigh ME. Just moved from the picnic table because I saw ants crawling on my computer and didn’t want to have them crawling in my computer. That would be one hell of a computer bug to get rid of!
This morning I took the canoe out [...]

Sitting in Dave’s Coffee in Charlestown RI, right off route 1. Some light jazz playing in a funky and laid back atmosphere, and I’m finishing a “monster muffin” - which is damn big and was still warm and the raspberry is all gooey and red and sticky and the iced coffee is good, approaching very [...]

Moving, regardless of the opportunities it will bring . . . sucks.
Moving apart after being together for 4 years, regardless of the rightness of the decision . . .
Yeah, that sucks too.
A lot.

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, [...]

From Jonathan Mead comes the question “why do we avoid doing what we love:”
When we create, we come alive; we’re making love to life. We use our unique talents, perception and skills and make the intangible tangible. Most of us generally know what we want in life. For every person, the answer to what brings [...]

Watching bad management in action is like watching open sores fester.
 
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The Eastern seaboard is never dark - a skein of lights runs along it, always visible. Islands of dark rather than islands of light.
Airports–as well as railway stations–are always somewhat erotic to me. I think because they are a liminal space, and they contain the potential for a kind of casual intimacy, or, as Sondheim [...]

A cold New York night. December. The line snaked city blocks. Feet cold. Bodies bushing and the smell of naked greed permeates the air:
West 14th Street Apple Store Opening, December 7, 2007
The odds (percentages? probabilities? I’m a little fuzzy on the differences between the terms) were good to win something expensive like a Macbook or [...]