Category Archives: Journal
Airport First
As I was gathering my belongings off of the x-ray machine at the Orange County airport last night when a woman who works for TSA said, “Do you have a girlfriend?” Excuse me? “Do you a have girlfriend?” I have come to expect the unexpected at the airport, but this was outside even my expectations.
Broken Promises
I promised myself I would never pay to go into a Disney park ever again. Cost too much, for not enough. I love roller coasters, but much of the Disney stuff is very dated. I broke that promise today. But it was worth it. I was with my godson who is 5. Who laughed and
Remedial Cockroaches
I was up at 320a this morning. I had an early flight and wasn’t sure how long it would take to get from the new place to the airport. My bags were in the living room after being packed the night before. For some reason my cloths for the day were in the living room
Disconnected
I am in my new space. Mostly settled (which was made much easier by the fact that I don’t own any furniture). I feel like a city dweller again. I think for the last 4 years I have been in denile. I said I lived in the city. My address was in the city, but
My Space
The last week has been hectic. Ended up driving to Western NY for work because flights we canceled and yesterday and today I have been moving. For the first time in close to 6 years, I can say that I have “my own space”. I found out a few weeks ago that the house I
When I Grow Up
I have never used the term hero in describing others. For me it is easier to say “who I would like to be when I grow up…” They are people who have characteristics I admire. In the last few days I have been introduced (at least through history) to a new person to add to
When I Grow Up
I have added one more person to the list of people I want to be like when I grow up. Fr. Greg Boyle SJ “G” (as he is known on the streets of LA) started Homeboy Industries almost two deceds a go, which is an out reach for former gang members. They provide tattoo removal,
The Way I Talk
I am changing the way I talk. Not that I am looking get some cute accent, but I am changing the words I am using. I am no longing, even in a joking manner (especially in a joking manner), making fun of people. No more jokes. No more sarcastic comments. I have spent a lot
Best of
Maybe not the best…Here are some of my favorite entries of the last year. They are in no particular order (except my favorite of the year is first). Most are short. La Asecensión del Señor Out Break Recieve Grace Gratitude v. Poverty The Desert Absurd Response Questions You are not The Babies Arrived Always Single