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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

but I'm still a soldier.


Interesting developments growing in my life. I'm not really sure how things are going to play out. I'm looking at change. Always looking for the next rock.

Other new things happening: one of my best friends is expecting her baby any second now. Another is enjoying her job and boyfriend, content with how her landing has worked out. Bailey still follows me around the house like a lost soldier.

I have this unique ability to cut my work life (apart from some aspects) off from my private life. It's odd, now that I think about it. Discussion with others in the profession, we've come to the conclusion there is no major research on this topic. I'm sure one of us decided to file that idea away for future thesis ideas.

I love my work. It keeps me busy, it's interesting. It's always the same thing, but it's completely different no matter where I go. I think that is in part what keeps me looking at new places. Because it might be so great to work there. In the field that I do.

Long telephone convo tonight with Sam. Fun times. My old black rotary telephone might be failing because I apparently sound muffled. I am eagerly awaiting a baby pink rotary phone to arrive in the mail. I love the nostalgia, and the cheesiness.

Hawksley Workman has announced a new tour. It sounds like the usual places, which is good because I am familiar with some venues. I keep missing him, though. Haven't seen him in years.

Then Sam pointed me in the direction of the above photo.
Feels a bit like home, maybe.

Photo Courtesy of Trevor Weeks.

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