Tani
Looking a small dying dog in the eye
It started as a blog. It turned into a blend of notes, random stories, opinions, and sometimes more considered pieces. Oh god, it's a blog.
Looking a small dying dog in the eye
The last 6 months, in no particular order
I dreamed about shaving every time I was out for more than 5 minutes
Some dude thought I was a through-hiker
I’ve been doing a bunch of things I usually don’t do.
The abyss of confusion in which my understanding of religious ideas is stewing
Apparently the way up is down.
A local ride.
A letter to aliens.
The bike won't answer any questions. Neither will the writing.
I can't seem to finish a cup of tea peacefully.
Going mad for the sake of sanity.
As good as it gets.
Theories and experiments to deal with being a twitchy grump.
The closest I got to a life philosophy
Please discard as quirky garbage
2 days. Green. Merton. Planes
Another one.
I never agreed with my employers. That's fine, I think.
Hopefully not a stream of grievances. There is no evil at play here, only entropy.
Ingesting words is different from properly working through material.
It was agreed that most disagreements in my household are 90% due to word choice.
It was agreed that most disagreements in my household are 90% due to word choice.
Business often looks bad to my eyes.
I got carried away digging a big hole in the sand with my kids.
A rower. Things I hate. Small Realizations. Domestic Philosophy. Hoarding life and letting go.
As a response to the insanity that was January. Reading not recommended.
Everyone knows there is more to life than speed, convenience, and entertainment.
The hollow promise of tools for thought and my tapped out left brain.
A piece of public art was erected on a roundabout in my neighborhood.