Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of November 17, 2024
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of March 3, 2024
I want my lunch like I want my women: Tasty, not too hefty, and won't give me diarrhea.
Notes from the Post-it Wall | Week of July 18, 2021
Sometimes I think people make things harder on others just to give themselves a sense of control in their otherwise chaotic and mismanaged lives. Those people need a hug. Like, smother them to death.
How Old are You in Your Dreams?
Ask around.
When you dream, how old are you in that strange, dusky landscape called your subconscious? Do you know? Does anyone, really?
I don't remember a lot of my dreams. I sleep like a wood carving or a stone tablet. When I'm out, I am out. But when I do remember my dreams, I can't recall what age I may be. It always seems a bit like I'm physically all over the place but mentally the age I am now (which some might argue is about 13). How old should I be?
How do you want to be defined? By one action? By some opinion that could evolve? By a mistake, regrettable only with hindsight? Or by the sum of your parts? Okay, do that for other people. Start the trend.