9.27.2010

It's like I'm living Zeno's paradox, traveling gracefully through the air with target in sight yet infinitely further from the goal precisely because I approach it. But no matter how slowly you pull the trigger of a gun, eventually it fires.

9.26.2010

Mistakes, though minor, are mine now--as there's no "whisper in the wind, resounding the echoes of yesterday." It wasn't there, that palimpsest sign, with its half erased doubts and faded memories of memories. I was alone in my error but, more importantly, alone in my success. And both felt liberating. Pursuing a value doesn't guarantee I'll achieve it, nor does it guarantee I'll pursue it perfectly. But practice makes lemonade--or a less sugary concoction--and when life hands you lemons, throw them at glass houses.

9.21.2010

Sometimes the best and only way to conquer sadness is to automatize a new happiness.