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This isn’t about Kodak. It’s about music, and a dream, and the end of something really important.I didn’t think I’d be posting something again so soon, even though I’ve been saving this one for some time. I didn’t know what I was saving it for exactly, it just seemed like as soon as I made the decision to write it, I couldn’t make the connection. But now I know that if I don’t write it today, I may never write it at all, and now suddenly that connection is there. Probably for the last time.I have Paul’s camera.When I went to Oklahoma for his funeral, I borrowed my dad’s car to get around town that week. The day I met ... more

I would say it’s Christmas night, but since I’m on Mountain Standard Time, I really can’t. I haven’t been able to say it truthfully for half an hour, and probably much longer by the time I’m finished here. I’m not sure how important it really is, or how much it was ever really Christmas to begin with. What I can say truthfully is that I have a pain in my right temple, bad enough that I just took some five year old Tylenol that I found in a bathroom drawer. And then I got the hiccups. Altitude is a weird thing. There is no humidity here, and little oxygen. Denver is a mile high and that’s enough to cause us ... more

Technically I should be planning a novel right now. So I’m going to write about my birthday instead. Because most of the fun of writing a novel is thinking about writing it. And then putting it off by writing something else.Yesterday I turned 41. Big. Fucking. Deal. No, really, I don’t care. As far as age goes, I’m fine with where I am in life. I’m 41 and I look, well, younger than that (although this year has definitely aged me). I’m 5’ 8” and I weigh 123 pounds. I’m in the most creative and spiritual part of my life thus far. I have the job of my dreams. In live in one of the coolest places on the planet. ... more

In my last post, I described a maelstrom I drew on the rocks on the edge of the bay when I went out for a walk around the office complex last week. I’ve walked past that maelstrom every day at around 3pm since I drew it. Sometimes I stop and stand in the middle of it. Sometimes I sit near it for a few minutes, or I just give it a glance as I walk by. The time alone, exercise and sunshine have all been helping to keep my mood relatively stable. The drawing has rubbed off some, but really hasn’t changed much over the last week and a half. Except today there was something new. A response, perhaps.I didn’t ... more

Yesterday I had a particularly bad day. It started with an 8-hour night with a 2.5-hour sleepless hole in the middle, followed by a dream about my stepdad, Paul, who took his own life on July 3rd, just over two weeks ago. It’s the first dream I’ve had about him since that day. Maybe the first ever, I’m not sure. In the dream, it wasn’t suicide that killed him but an accident. He was trying to blow open an underwater safe and something went wrong. He was opening it so he could steal whatever was inside. The idea was that he was doing something illegal, dangerous, maybe even stupid, to provide for his family, to do right by us, and ... more