Category: My Life

Holiday Blues

I’m sipping chaomomile tea as I write this. I wonder whether the taste of chamomile tea is inherently comforting, or whether it just tastes comforting because my mom used to make it for me special whenever I was worried or upset & couldn’t sleep. The holiday season has really been stressing me out this year.…
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December 21, 2013 9

Can You Dream, Yet Not Make Dreams Your Master?

The danger of having high ideals is that you can become vicious to the people who don’t live up to them (or vicious to yourself, if you don’t manage to live up to them.)  I think it’s important to practice forgiveness and love towards human weakness (including your own weakness.)  Otherwise, living with high ambitions,…
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October 10, 2013 6

How the Hippie Became a Capitalist

I feel like over and over society tells me, “You can go after money and power, or you can try to change the world and serve your society and be a good person.”  I have received this cultural message from friends, parents, teachers, coworkers, and the media.


August 30, 2013 5

That Moment Before You Wake Up

We know how to crack the atom, blast into space, and unravel the genome, but we don’t have the foggiest idea WHY we sleep. There are theories, but none have been proven conclusively. It’s a tremendous mystery; why would mammals evolve to be unconscious and inert for long periods, when hungry predators are always looking…
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February 24, 2013 1

Celebrate the Holiday by Complimenting a Friend

All too often, we believe we achieved the place we have in life solely through our own efforts. In a way, that’s true. And in another way it’s not.


December 22, 2012 1

Before the Last Petal Falls; In Defense of Gaston

I have been compared many times to Belle, because (like her) I will walk around town with my nose in a book, oblivious to everyone around me.   I am sure I have been honked at many times in the Financial District for this very habit.


October 7, 2012 2

The Road Goes Ever On and On

I wish I could be a traveling storyteller. For transportation I would have a motorcycle painted with leaves and flowers, but slim & sleek and fast, like the mechanical version of a racing horse. I would wear a battered brown leather jacket, down to my knees, with a faded cloth rose pinned on the lapel.


June 15, 2012 0

Obama’s State of the Union: My Impressions & Critique

Hightlights and impressions of Obama’s State of the Union from yours truly. “Congresspeople suck compared to soldiers” Obama began by scolding Republican & Democrat politicians for not having the same ethos of service you find in the Armed Forces. He said, “[The Armed Forces] are not consumed with personal ambition. They don’t obsess over their…
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January 25, 2012 0

Subway Peoplewatching

A descriptive piece from my experience on the subway this morning:  The woman across from me in the subway was wearing a very formal business suit that exposed legs so smoothly shaved they might as well be wearing pantyhose.    Her pointy black shoes looked like they pinched her feet, and the button up-blouse under the…
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October 5, 2011 2

Marching in the Rochester Gay Pride Parade

I felt like a superhero, riding my bike, my robe of many flowers fluttering behind me in the breeze. Actually, it wasn’t a robe, but a dress printed with gardens, unbuttoned down the front and worn over my tank top and shorts so that it functioned mainly as a cape with sleeves.


July 26, 2011 0