2002-06-05 - 7:41 p.m.
This afternoon on my way home from work I felt the last bit of Utah slide out of my system. It was a bit of a shock. I almost had to pull over and take a moment. When I first moved to California it was the acceptance of Rodeo and Country as necessary evils that was the first to go. Then the thought that people should be married before they start a family, and that eighteen was not a bad time to start. Iím now at the point where a well appointed low rider beats out the jacked up absurdities of the state that I used to reside. Not that we donít have such trucks out here, itís just not 1 in 5. The last bit was a news story about Californians. And I identified myself as a Californian. Not the guy from Utah with the weird way of swearing. I thought of myself as a Californian. Of course, this means that Iíll probably get that job in Portland, since Iím so comfortable with my identity her now. But it was just something I felt compelled to share because nothing really else interesting is going on.
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