Boy, I screwed up. I’m in dog Heaven.

"Now in my class, you will learn to think for yourselves again. You will learn to savor words and language. No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world. I see that look in Mr. Pitt's eye, like 19th Century literature has nothing to do with going to business school or … Continue reading Boy, I screwed up. I’m in dog Heaven.


Dreaming Realistically

A cafe, a cozy coffee shop in a two story home. Nothing eccentric, just a place for friends and colleagues to come and share conversation over a glass of coffee or tea. Themed days would be a must as well. Saturday mornings would be for storytelling, but not just reading from a book and turning … Continue reading Dreaming Realistically

Day 50: Just call me Dr. Lector

February 19: Nightmares Describe the last nightmare you remember having. What did you think it meant? Sweating, out of breath, rocketing to a sitting position scaring the hell out of the person sleeping next to you. This is how I imagine most people waking up from nightmares. I however, do not. On the rare occasion … Continue reading Day 50: Just call me Dr. Lector


Day 45: Single Awareness Day

February 14: Cupid's arrow It's Valentine's Day, so write an ode to someone or something you love. Bonus points for poetry! Well let me spare you now and let you know there will be no poetry here. No beautiful intertwined words of love and care. Enchantments about making memories with a person both far and … Continue reading Day 45: Single Awareness Day


Day 43: Remember Your Mortality

February 12: All about you Explain why you chose your blog's title and what it means to you. I decided on the title of this blog because I have "Memento Mori" tattooed on one of my arms. If it is good enough to put on my skin, I feel as though it is good enough … Continue reading Day 43: Remember Your Mortality


Day 33: Adopt

February 2: Think global, act local "Think global, act local." Write a post connecting a global issue to a personal one. I do not use statistics, I use words, but to back up this post, numbers are required, read them here. From as young as I can remember, my parents have been honest with me … Continue reading Day 33: Adopt