I want to learn I yearn for the great unknown as wide and free as the depths of the sea
I’ve been obsessed with how information moves, like a river, from tongue to mouth to mind to memory for as long as I can remember. Even as a young child, I flocked to nighttime stories of Jack & Annie’s adventures in their awesome treehouse and around the world (thanks Mom!). My earliest memories are mentally…
This land is your land. This land is my land. But this land isn’t their land, because we said so.
“I feel like I’m having an identity crisis,” I admitted, somewhat embarrassingly, to the dietician sitting across the table from me. She smiled sympathetically, with eyes betraying pity. In my experience, they always do.
Beep. Beep. Beep. The infamous computer-sound for panic. Oh God. No. This cannot be happening to me right now. Please. Please. Please. My mutterings chanted in sync with the incessant beeping of my external hard drive. That was Saturday afternoon. By Sunday night, the drive was dead and beyond affordable repair.