Vanilla Sky, Life
Vanilla Sky hit me hard at about T minus fifteen minutes. Then ten of the last fifteen minutes pulled that punch disappointingly short of powerful; ten minutes of self-analysis, thinly disguised as a dialog in an elevator? Come on, Vanilla Sky. At least the last few minutes served up warm fuzzies.
[Here ends my concentrated and careful writing. I will start using the verb "to be" again. Profusely.]
In other news, I haven't really been as intensely happy or as happily intense as I was leading up to, at, and shortly after Burning Man. What a playground. What a chaotic fixers' paradise. And what a place to playfully flirt with an intelligent, adventurous lady. Such interiority I haven't known since, or any other time recently; maybe half that I've found in Molly and Ransom together.
Then I had to go and formalize what shouldn't be formalized, and hide from reality over and over again. Indeed, instead of embracing reality these last few months, I've been hiding. Cozy and comfortable, I've gone so far as to research adventures (for example, did you know there is no continuous road from North America down into the main part of South America? The pesky Darien Gap is in the way.) Even this week, I've forsaken the adventure offered by the Bay Area for a sure paycheck at my old workplace. Speaking of which, I'll now get back to Fallout 2 and The Phoenix Requiem... to finish both soon and start work in earnest, focusing on work and projects and little else these 4 months, except for a week trip to the Bay Area... he says... trying to believe himself...
Anyway, after these 4 months of employment and work on my projects, I'll get back into adventure mode. Time to make these 4 months count (and try not to spend much in the meantime... budget time!)
[Here ends my concentrated and careful writing. I will start using the verb "to be" again. Profusely.]
In other news, I haven't really been as intensely happy or as happily intense as I was leading up to, at, and shortly after Burning Man. What a playground. What a chaotic fixers' paradise. And what a place to playfully flirt with an intelligent, adventurous lady. Such interiority I haven't known since, or any other time recently; maybe half that I've found in Molly and Ransom together.
Then I had to go and formalize what shouldn't be formalized, and hide from reality over and over again. Indeed, instead of embracing reality these last few months, I've been hiding. Cozy and comfortable, I've gone so far as to research adventures (for example, did you know there is no continuous road from North America down into the main part of South America? The pesky Darien Gap is in the way.) Even this week, I've forsaken the adventure offered by the Bay Area for a sure paycheck at my old workplace. Speaking of which, I'll now get back to Fallout 2 and The Phoenix Requiem... to finish both soon and start work in earnest, focusing on work and projects and little else these 4 months, except for a week trip to the Bay Area... he says... trying to believe himself...
Anyway, after these 4 months of employment and work on my projects, I'll get back into adventure mode. Time to make these 4 months count (and try not to spend much in the meantime... budget time!)
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