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Category Archives: Personal history

Pain

This is how I feel right now:

I decided, at my doctor’s urging, to try cutting back on Lyrica, which is the pain med I’m taking for fibromyalgia. She thinks it might be contributing to my wicked headaches. I cut back by 50mg, which is 1/3 my evening dose, and 1/5 my total dose. [...]

something dark for a Tuesday morning

Excerpt from May 5, 2008 journal
…One of the weirdest things is that even while writing this I’m consumed with a feeling of “who gives a shit? Who is going to even want to read this? Who wants to read about another person’s suffering?” I have this idea in my head that there [...]

Hair

When I was a teenager, I had long beautiful hair. I had worn it back for years, but I realized at some point that it looked pretty down, and so I started to wear it this way. I dyed it a subtle red color. Right around this time, my stepmother decided it [...]

my body and my bike

I’ve been recovering from a bad virus for a month or so, and the road has been long and hard and boring and frustrating. Today was the first day where I said to myself, “I think I should like to ride my bike to work today, wot wot!” It’s been ages since I’ve [...]

facial recognition and growing older

I have a strange theory.
Sometimes during depressive episodes, I look into the mirror, and see my mother and father’s faces so clearly in my own that the experience evokes strong feelings of anger and self-hatred. I imagine that I am becoming them and I can’t escape it. I feel so angry that my [...]

to new beginnings!

Richard and I just moved to a new house. It’s very tiny (about 800 square feet), but we have it all to ourselves!
The new place has a lot of gardening space, and the owners were gardeners when they used to live in it, so it already has some interesting plantings.
I learned [...]

The Tuito river delta

31-Oct, 2006.
This is my friend Dave. He’s walking down the delta of the Tuito river in Yelapa, Jalisco, Mexico, out to the ocean, through tepid rushing shallows to the Bahia de Banderas. The sun is hot and my friends and I have been wandering on a dirt path, passing children coming home from [...]

a beginning

I decided a long time ago that I needed a way to talk about my art and photography, and a better way to organize the images. I’m still working on the organization thing, but I’m going to start now with the talking. If you want to take see my original attempt at a [...]