With so much going on in the lives of my friends, it's tough to really focus on just where I am now. Sometimes my choices in life make me feel like a roaming camera, nothing more than an archive of the things that make up the substance of life from a third-person perspective. I'm always drawn if my life is unconventional, dysfunctional or a little bit of both.

I look around what I do have. A little cat I rescued from a shelter. A book with my name on the cover. You know that theoretical example of "if I died tomorrow.." what would I have on my tombstone? Proud cat owner, great NES player, above average at skee ball.

My point is my life is essentially inconsequential in a practical sense. If I shipped off to Antarctica tomorrow, I wouldn't leave much behind in Boulder except the oil stains in my parking spot when my filter exploded. I'm hoping to ground some things in the next few weeks and defy that vagueness of seemless being.

Kind of emo, I know but after 8 years of just "getting by" I'm ready for phase 2 of Boulder, which is like phase 1 in a more conventional life.

In other words: buy my book, several copies if possible :)

Posted by James Dziezynski @ 10:53 PM