Episode IX: the distances written on the ticket to remind you where to stop and when to get off

journal excerpt:
11.24.06
Having a great week. Thanksgiving was yesterday. Went out on a boat to the middle of the harbor to chill with some friends. A few yacht owners were there with us, they're boating around the Pacific. It's weird to see riches when I'm doing what I'm doing. Thanksgiving dinner was later that night. It was a nice dinner. We had turkey, stuffing, all that. Feel as if this is my home. I'm sitting on my front porch right now, listening to R. on this week's radio show (over the sound of the rain on the tin roof), drinking coffee.

Some pictures for you all.


This picture is from a time of my life I enjoyed very much. It's still on my camera, thought I'd put it here.



Most evenings I grab a book and walk down my driveway to the beach at about 5:45.



Being all Indiana Jones, walking through the middle of a gigantic tree trunk in a rainforest.



Chilling on the western side of the island. Had a really good time out there. The night before this picture was taken I sat out on a footbridge with M., talking about everything, drinking rum, and looking out over the moonlit ocean.

"They would, she thought, going on again, however long they lived, come back to this night; this moon; this wind; this house."
-Virginia Woolf, To the Lighthouse

Episode VIII: I Feel I Never Told You the Story of the Ghost

"I'm going away where you will look for me
Where I'm going you cannot come
And no one's ever gonna take my life from me
I lay it down--a ghost is born"
-Jeff Tweedy, "Theologians"

Just spent an hour typing out excerpts from the last month and a half of my journal. It all got deleted. I try to keep in touch with my friends and family; I write letters to those who write me, and I post internet messages to my friends. Still, it's cathartic to let my friends and family in on some of the daily thoughts I write down. Oh, well. I'm not staying in front of this computer for another hour doing the exact same thing.

Wish I could watch The Game with my family this weekend. In elementary school, the week leading up to the game, the OSU fight song would be played over the p.a. system before the morning announcements. It's part of my childhood. I like being from a region that considers a childish, fun little word like "game" important enough to capitalize it.

I'm doing well. I try not to miss anyone or anything too much; sometimes I'm successful, sometimes I'm not.