I am insanely depressed right now. It is 3 am and I am watching anime Kimi ni Todoke. Where was my Kazehaya? Where was my Yoshida? My Yano? My Takahashi? Or just even a Shino? I must have missed them, 40+ years ago. Or perhaps people like this don't really exist. That's more like it. Nobody saves people…Read more Having a Very Bad Night
Biography
Fear, Death and Loving Life
I am going to die. I am at peace with that. Don't know when, don't know how. I do not fear death in any kind of anxious, chronic way. As long as life holds the promise of good things yet to come, I would prefer not to die but I am not going to make…Read more Fear, Death and Loving Life
Nike!
In case you are wondering, that's Greek for victory. It is what Pheidippides cried when he reached Athens after the battle of Marathon, whereupon he died from exhaustion. I didn't die from exhaustion (or I wouldn't be writing this) but I was wiped out by the exertion. I have managed to defeat the evil stump by the…Read more Nike!
The Wild Child Grows Old
From a while ago.... I’m on a long solo hike. I’m naked - but the good part starts when I forget I’m naked - I just exist. It becomes the default state. The world shrinks to the sun on my back, cool wind across sweat, the relentless pendulum of my legs. The sounds of the birds…Read more The Wild Child Grows Old
More Decisions
Having made my dramatic, unpredictable and life-changing decision to join the military, my next decision was which specialty to select. My ASVAB scores were thru the roof and my recruiter had stars before his eyes. I could literally pick anything. My first choice was meteorology but I let the recruiter talk me out of…Read more More Decisions
Decisions
I have done exactly 6 things in my life that mattered. They mattered because they were my decision, acts of my own free will rather than simply being buffeted around by the winds of existence. When I was 14 my grandmother died. She left me a $500 savings bond, more money than I had seen…Read more Decisions
Out of the closet and into the frying pan?
I've been some kind of nudist as far back as my earliest vague memories. I don't know why. My home was in the land of the Church of God, cold winters, moderate summers and vast clouds of mosquitoes. My naked places were full of briars and sand burrs. Yet when my parents were out I'd live…Read more Out of the closet and into the frying pan?
