tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30377562012-01-19T18:50:13.139-06:00<i>And yes you're in my head, but that doesn't make you here</i>Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.comBlogger641100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-17459295744655382142012-01-19T18:48:00.000-06:002012-01-19T18:50:13.145-06:00

We have an unfortunate restroom situation at our new office. When I first moved in, we only had one functional restroom, which was located downstairs. It was a bit of a hike to get to the restroom, and you had to walk through a whole floor of people you didn't know. Aside from that, it wasn't really a big problem. It mostly meant I had to stop making a habit of waiting until the absolute last

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-76751242834956818662011-12-01T23:23:00.001-06:002011-12-02T07:50:59.055-06:00

I learned about Hot Yoga approximately 8 years ago from a show called "Dead Like Me". Due to that single episode which featured a class filled with trim, gorgeous women, I assumed for the longest time that 'hot' meant 'sexy' instead of temperature, so I avoided looking into trying a session, fearing I might be denied access and have my self-confidence shattered. I overcame my fear after all

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-13024541484181229732011-11-16T20:49:00.002-06:002011-11-16T20:51:16.036-06:00

I don't really post videos, but I had one that I felt needed to be shared with the world. My dog Buckley is very well-behaved at home. He's mostly quiet, doesn't chew things, and was house-broken very quickly as a puppy and has an accident maybe 2 or 3 times a year, thankfully always on the hardwood in the same exact spot by the door. But when I visit my family, he acts like he has never had a

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-53451240380958987962011-11-14T14:05:00.004-06:002011-11-14T14:08:09.994-06:00

I had a ridiculous moment this morning. I work on the second floor of a six story building. The elevator section of our floor has a balcony and overlooks one of the first floor entrances. As I was walking across the balcony, from one door to another, a woman who looked to be late 20ish walked in the entrance below. I gave her a quick glance of curiosity and that was it. It wasn't any sort of

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-21929323287243815242011-11-08T19:57:00.005-06:002011-11-08T20:07:15.041-06:00

I've been having an odd few months. I spent my 20s going to college, then moving to a new city and creating a career for myself that had absolutely nothing to do with the things I did in college. I did pretty well. I'm certainly not a wealthy person, but I don't need to be. I can afford to do the things I enjoy for fun, I sleep comfortably and warm at night, I never go hungry. Not everyone can

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I just saw a family (mom, dad, little boy) walking down a busy section of road in my area. The mother was wearing some sort of denim dress in an...unusual way. You know how people roll up their pants legs so they can walk in the ocean ankle deep without getting their pant legs wet? Well she had rolled DOWN the top part of her denim dress, due to the heat I'm guessing. Unsurprisingly (at this

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-34970370144540520932011-07-12T09:51:00.011-05:002011-07-16T11:27:13.039-05:00

Someone, though I don't recall who, was asking me about the "dancing incident' I sometimes refer to when I'm in perilously close to being forced to dance. I figured I'd share publicly here, because if anyone knows how to laugh at their own misfortune, it's me. I've had plenty of practice. This incident is the reason I don't dance in public. Ever. Around 10 years ago (ugh, so old) I went to a

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-29782472652906196092011-06-10T00:35:00.000-05:002011-06-10T00:35:22.009-05:00

One of the ways I realize I’m a dork is that I recently had a really long email discussion with a friend about the differences in the way people from the north use the word 'anymore'. I’ve realized for a long time they use it in ways I wouldn’t but I had a hard time pinpointing exactly why, which was a problem because no one I ever mentioned it to had ever noticed it.I’d never say “I’m so

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-18567761632117411012011-05-02T22:24:00.000-05:002011-05-02T22:24:01.265-05:00

I realized I was getting old this weekend when I nearly wrecked a teenage and thought to myself, "take that punk kid!". But I was in a go-kart at the time so that probably cancels my oldness out.

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I have always been a fan of social networking, since way back when Myspace was actually relevant and not just a way to get yourself email spammed.  And I'm not a fan simply because suck sites cater to my sometimes ridiculously introverted personality, and not because it's probably the only way I could possible keep up with friends these days, but rather because it allows me a voyeuristic (yet

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-41183741151988620932011-03-20T20:02:00.003-05:002011-03-20T20:07:00.859-05:00

A friend was reminding (i.e. mocking) me about a shameful moment I'd once had and I figured I'd share it with everyone. I like the Harry Potter books.  That's right, I said it.  But this isn't the shameful part believe it or not. An old boss of mine got me into reading them back in 2001 I believe it was.  I was interested in reading them but not near interested enough in buying them to

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-966546789123567152011-02-28T17:03:00.001-06:002011-02-28T19:24:53.229-06:00

The weather in my area has never been especially consistent. It's freezing out one day and then hot enough for short-sleeves the next, all the while the clouds may randomly drop some rain without a moment of notice and if things get really crazy it might turn into snow and hail. Lately we've been enjoying some near spring/summer days even though it's still February, which is the kind of

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-59511496950879409772010-09-23T13:07:00.006-05:002011-01-24T17:45:41.519-06:00

The other day I had company over at my place around noon for nothing in particular and we were just hanging out and chatting.  At some point during our conversation, we both noticed a rather deep sounding bark that had been going on for quite some time.  My neighborhood is filled with dogs so the lone barking of single dog is usually of little note.  I just sort of tune it out.  And I’ve been

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-90101749733492012482010-09-08T19:16:00.007-05:002010-12-16T19:40:51.623-06:00

My grandfather passed away mere hours ago. I had thought to write about his many fantastic qualities, but I find myself speechless and unable to form my thoughts. I will simply say he was an amazing man and the world is diminished now that he is no longer in it. I love you Pop. I'll miss you everyday. Nobody said it was easy, oh it's such a shame for us

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-50457750170217484542010-08-02T17:29:00.007-05:002010-08-02T17:40:30.966-05:00

I've been trying to mentally prepare myself for the days ahead. When I received news today that my grandfather had slipped into a coma, I knew I was never going to be ready to face it.I'm glad I was able to see him this week. We had milk and coconut cake while he made jokes and told stories. Just like we used to do so long ago when I was a little boy. I'd wake up at 4AM and go into his room

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-7403006939260841942010-07-29T21:22:00.010-05:002010-07-29T21:47:29.080-05:00

As I was walking by a friend's desk at work today, I took note that he was drinking a Dr. Pepper from an odd looking can. So I stole it from him to take back with me and snap a photo. Here is the can in question, my water bottle looking on jealously from the background (but keeping his spirits high):This can is obviously of design most retro and I found the slogan to be a bit odd because the "

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-26818296105010821412010-07-23T08:54:00.011-05:002010-10-10T23:49:02.553-05:00

(Do you ever jot down random, orderless thoughts onto a notepad? That's what this is. Except with numbers. Prepare for very scattered thoughts)1) This past month has been interesting. Tough, but probably something I needed to shock me into much needed action. Why did I decide to spend all this time being there for someone who was never there for me? I have no idea. Sometimes I make foolish

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-75903840271016832442010-07-02T01:41:00.020-05:002010-10-10T23:50:01.602-05:00

Where to even begin... I always hate to write negative things, but events of this week are all that will be dominating my mind for the foreseeable future, so I might as well start the venting process. That move I previously mentioned that I decided to make blew up in my face. I can't make the font bold enough to really drive home the amount of blowing up

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-5288328567014333982010-06-21T21:18:00.014-05:002010-09-13T10:55:39.928-05:00

These past few years I've been so concerned that something was damaged inside of me, where I was unable to feel connections to new people and find love in new places. Maybe - despite my normal optimistic view on life - I had just become too world-weary. So I was pretty ecstatic that I was able to feel some excitement for a few new people this year, though that fizzled out pretty rapidly. Still,

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-58562030733887361872010-05-21T21:50:00.009-05:002010-05-21T21:59:03.906-05:00

From this site:"My parents have been married for 35 years. The other day my mom told me that when my dad calls her up at work to see if she wants to grab a cup of coffee, she still gets butterflies in her stomach"That pretty much sums up what I've been looking for. Well, minus the coffee drinking.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-44800474744010088062010-04-06T07:25:00.006-05:002010-04-06T10:19:27.493-05:00

I've mentioned the problem of naked old men roaming the gym locker rooms without a care in the world, flapping in the breeze and allowing themselves to air dry after a shower. It appears this was only the start of a much larger issue and evidently their hippy-esque, carefree way of exposing themselves is really more of an epidemic, spreading with a tenacity akin to kudzu.I had thought the naked

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I am not what you would call religious. The idea of religion in general does not sit well with me. I tend to frown upon religion but I look upon belief or faith - even when they are more simply disguised as hope - far more charitably. I possess those things myself.I've questioned religious topics my entire life. At least, when I was old enough to realize I should question. Not to the point

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-77717726709622052562010-03-23T09:59:00.004-05:002010-06-21T21:37:01.205-05:00

As I was walking by our training room at work on Friday, a guy who always asks me each time I see him if I've played my guitar lately walked out of the room and saw me. Having for once played a little bit, I beat him to it and said, "hey guess what, I played a little last night". I saw the joy in his eyes as he was about to unleash a barrage of questions. I knew he'd think maybe I'd met up with

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1098460370438626912010-03-22T11:18:00.011-05:002010-03-22T11:56:41.089-05:00

Math was never exactly my strongest skill, but I like to think I can usually get by with the basics. While working on a project today, I apparently made a slight error when I was writing out a ratio formula. Or perhaps it's accurate and it means our business is doing very well.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-11454348892128833112010-03-17T11:16:00.009-05:002010-03-25T16:58:21.187-05:00

I don't tend to participate in St. Patrick's Day. It's not really my sort of holiday. Today I specifically didn't wear green, perhaps hoping I would get pinched. Thus far, one guy has pinched me......this plan is not going at all how I imagined.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-66054939657173407692010-03-11T21:00:00.010-06:002010-09-13T10:59:48.162-05:00

Emotions are a strange thing. When this year started, I wouldn't have been able to pinpoint a time in recent years were I was genuinely excited to meet someone and to learn about them. I had forgotten what it was to see a person and feel yourself light up. I've felt that excitement now twice in three months. I wonder if I gained the capacity because of my recent emotional baggage purge, or if

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-90324494236828811072010-02-21T10:01:00.007-06:002010-02-21T14:21:54.371-06:00

It has been an interesting few weeks. I recently met someone who showed me something very unexpected. She showed me that I still had the capacity to get excited about getting to know someone. That may sound silly to possibly everyone who isn't me, but it's been a long time since I've known that feeling. So long in fact that I was beginning to think I had lost the ability and that something

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-76882203588619072052010-02-11T12:50:00.005-06:002010-02-11T13:53:44.575-06:00

As I begin to close in on turning 30, I look back and wonder how I could have ever possibly thought I would have met a proverbial "the one" by now. I clearly recall believing any other outcome was impossible. 25 at the latest, I assumed. But at 20, turning 30 seemed decades away.I would see TV shows where the characters were around 30 and they were struggling to meet their significant other and

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I am continually surprised with how people's feelings or attitude change for no apparent reason, overnight. If I could trade a year of my life for 5 minutes wandering around in someone's brain to unravel these mysteries, I'd do so without hesitation. A year is rather a short period when you consider how much time I ponder over these changes with no hope of finding answers on my own. Constantly

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-35882397787766668662010-01-25T22:43:00.003-06:002010-01-25T22:44:54.278-06:00

"Are you upset little friend? Have you been lying awake worrying? Well, don't worry...I'm here. The flood waters will recede, the famine will end, the sun will shine tomorrow, and I will always be here to take care of you."

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-61827545150443297932010-01-13T08:31:00.011-06:002010-01-13T11:38:10.652-06:00

In an effort to get back on track with taking better care of myself, I crawled out of bed at 4:50AM this morning to go to a 5:30 class at the gym. And for those who've been to my house, yes, there were still people walking around on the streets even at that time.I only managed to get 6 hours of sleep, which clashes a bit with the whole "taking better care of myself" idea, but I'll need some

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-37718339434134819902010-01-04T19:32:00.004-06:002010-01-04T20:54:46.382-06:00

It's been quite a long time since I fell in love for the first time. I still think about her - never forget her. That's not really in my capacity. Even if I've only seen her a handful of times in the last 10 years, she's there. She's part of who I am. Yet over all the years, she may not have been physically present, but she was consistent. I would on occasion be updated on major events in

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-43679330392223689082009-11-25T09:43:00.004-06:002009-11-25T09:47:30.852-06:00

I give preferential treatment to customers at work if they have the same name as my first love. Even if they are jerks. Which is odd because I don't really have any other name association biases. I can't seem to help myself.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-5847826763042092142009-09-13T09:45:00.020-05:002009-09-13T14:15:50.516-05:00

It's pretty rare for me to listen to music and not wish I was in some way involved in it; writing it, playing it, giving someone a line that is put into the lyrics and, in rare occasions, dating the singer (Feist!).I've long since given up any idea of doing much more than actually owning an instrument. I'm so out of practice with the guitar that when the rare urge strikes me to play, I'll pick

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-6808838547716460342009-09-06T12:05:00.013-05:002009-09-07T07:52:47.435-05:00

In a brief follow-up to a previous post where I describe my manly moment during an unexpected, small fall during rock climbing, I would like to point out that another such incident has occurred and I took it much better than the first occurrence. Given, this time I knew I was going to be descending, but I was not prepared for the rate at which it happened.At the top of the 30ft wall, it was time

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-83903464282691863542009-08-21T10:17:00.026-05:002009-08-23T20:57:33.098-05:00

I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I fear the inevitable day when our robot overlords seize control of the planet and rule with a mimetic poly-alloy fist. Maybe I watched The Matrix too many times in my younger days. Or maybe I can just read the writing on the wall. I've seen enough in my day to know that when our metallic masters rain hellfire down upon us, we're pretty screwed;

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-39082315716296555262009-08-18T19:46:00.018-05:002009-08-24T21:14:49.256-05:00

I used to want to be a writer when I was younger. I don't know what age it was exactly, but I'm sure it was the same day that I fell in love with words, the sound of pages turning, and learned the pleasure of falling asleep in bed with my mind fully absorbed in those pages. I spent more time than I should have writing stories about just about anything in my notebook when I really should have

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-54862345308033470192009-08-16T22:10:00.007-05:002009-09-14T20:24:24.934-05:00

I've realized recently that I am slightly addicted to social networking sites and there's an unfortunately vast number of them that I log in to anytime I'm on a computer. It's not that I use them for anything especially beneficial; I pretty much leave a silly comment or two for a friend and then I'm done. Though I find getting a message on them is ALMOST as sexy as getting an email.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-45897879945640637112009-08-08T21:51:00.013-05:002009-09-14T20:21:55.049-05:00

I know the few of you reading this have heard some of my many, many (many) tales about some of the embarrassing moments I've experienced in my life. If you know any of them, then you likely know about the girly scream that I unleashed the time I thought I was about to get hit head-on by a diesel on the freeway when I was, in reality, safely parked at a truck stop and the diesel has just parked

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-31878743081594806772009-07-28T21:31:00.006-05:002009-08-18T20:45:19.547-05:00

I don't know if I ever really wanted children, but sometimes I wish your son was our son.And having avoided it for years, I recently learned your new last name. Your old one was better, but not as good as the one you used to write in your notebooks."Please, remember me; fondly I heard from someone you're still pretty And then they went on to say... That the pearly gates... had some eloquent

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-85045989831972938542009-07-11T23:30:00.011-05:002009-12-28T20:46:22.304-06:00

Last Sunday, my life was in deadly peril! Someone broke into my house late at night while I was upstairs. Events did not unfold as I expected them to.I recently bought a house in downtown Nashville. I bought it knowing full well that the neighborhood was not the best of places to live, but it is one of the few areas the city is dumping money into and they are estimating much improvement and

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-37285586897629711972009-07-06T18:43:00.016-05:002009-08-18T20:45:33.805-05:00

This weekend I found myself reintroduced to the world of 4AM, driving east across the state, bleary-eyed, a single passenger in my Jeep and a motley variety of music blasting from the speakers (Mr. Roboto - a road trip staple - curiously missing from the track list) as we raced to our destination. For most of the week (and the prior), Rhetoric and I had been planning to take advantage of the long

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-131572382966573642009-04-19T20:53:00.011-05:002009-08-18T20:45:51.278-05:00

The second part of my masterful life reevaluation plan (the first being the whole "eating better and getting back into good shape" thing) is to be more active and social, and I've stuffed this summer full of all sorts of delicious activities in anticipation of that. While it looks like I will probably not be able to make it to the 2 week trip to Machu Picchu, I'm trying not to let that bum

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-35429620348519312682009-04-08T22:50:00.016-05:002011-07-27T10:49:34.317-05:00

I've been reading Postsecret for quite a long time now and I enjoy the feeling of being taken into the confidence of so many random people. Yet in all this time - while I can often appreciate what is being said - I never can relate to it. And then I found one that might have been written by me, though the "3 years" part would need several years added to it.. At last I can relate.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-57422651218607590232009-02-18T21:08:00.011-06:002010-03-22T22:28:51.637-05:00

I've been thinking a lot about Loba lately. There's no doubt that I've become the person I am today because of her. Poor decisions I made required a lot of later internal reflection that I hope changed me for the better, though they also eventually led to the complete decimation of my self-confidence of which I still struggle with recovering. I used to be arrogant; can you believe it?I often

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-69222933372300830032009-02-13T18:56:00.006-06:002009-08-18T20:48:29.193-05:00

You might recall an earlier entry I wrote about getting healthy. I'll save the specifics, but let's just say I faltered. I aimed too high and melted my feeble wings of wax. In truth, it's that I aimed too high too fast, was unable to withstand the breakneck speed, and all went black. Helpless, I fell, earthbound. When I awoke, I had fallen further than I was when I first started. I

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-37150591024946053992008-07-23T20:29:00.003-05:002009-08-18T20:48:44.264-05:00

I was purging my apartment of absolutely everything I no longer need - if you haven't heard, I'm moving - when I came across a familiar box that I had not really opened in years. I recall the box well, but the contents not at all. Opening it I found some odds and ends that I've had since as long as I can remember. Nothing I need in my everyday life, but small tokens that make me smile.A card

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-46669397043910653532008-06-16T19:11:00.005-05:002009-08-18T20:49:03.108-05:00

I'm rather a large Jeff Buckley fan. Having written a few of my favorite all-time songs, he's pretty high up on my list of musicians. And he left us far too soon.However, that said, I still am mildly uncomfortable when I log into myspace and see this:

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-41459401115531020542008-05-24T11:11:00.014-05:002010-03-22T22:30:15.219-05:00

It's amazing to me how quickly getting out of shape and unhealthy can sneak up on you. In all fairness, it has been a gradual process that has devolved my existence over the last three years, but it was all very subtle from my perception. One moment I was secure in my knowledge that I was still as health as I was a few years ago. As healthy as when I went to Aikido for 8 hours a week, and when I

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-60842603381611362662008-03-23T21:29:00.004-05:002009-08-18T20:57:51.210-05:00

A sound so soft that stillness disturbs that fragile formDeceitful vagrant creeping through the night airBorn to mold like clay and thought transformTo creep up like thunder from a coming storm Yet a sound so subtle can be a tempest made Lest you bend your knee on rain soaked earth Withstand the gale and with no word be swayed Reach deep in the soils to water your rebirth I once basked in the

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-54928412018752711842008-02-18T22:26:00.012-06:002010-03-30T13:34:26.982-05:00

Those of you who know me well will not believe the next words that I say to you...I went dancing.And those of you who know me well likely know my Dancing Story and thus will believe what I say all the less. Yet here we are with the truth laid out for all to see. What's more; I enjoyed it. Enjoyed it enough to do it again the next day. And enough to decide that everyone should dance to the

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-23659096849757378282007-11-14T15:22:00.002-06:002009-08-18T21:00:19.382-05:00

It’s not often I am touched by the words of others. At the risk of sounding shallow myself, I tend to find mere words just that - shallow and without the force needed to move a soul already weighted down by the realities of life. That makes me sound grim but don’t be fooled, I am not grim. Just at this point in my life I have seen and heard and read and said billions upon billions of words.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-17227134536321439882007-05-10T21:09:00.001-05:002009-10-31T15:45:15.411-05:00

"I don't think I've ever loved anyone that I've lost as much as you loved her"This is what my friend told me and I realized that it was something I never wanted to hear from anyone. It makes the reality too real. My friend - one of my few that I can have more than a superficial conversation with - said this in what I expect was a tender tone.We speak on a lot of subjects, and I'm kept on my toes

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-70651449830185647302006-11-05T17:19:00.005-06:002010-03-22T22:32:42.732-05:00

Today I ran across a headline on the verdict of Saddam's trial. The headline read, "Saddam sentenced to hanging, furious about decision."...No shit.What manner of reaction were they expecting?

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-73400338658100209262006-11-02T11:42:00.003-06:002009-08-18T20:53:57.683-05:00

As I was filling out my bank deposit form today, I noticed it had 7 digits on it, not including the 2 slots for change. If I'm ever in the position where I have to put 7 figures worth of money into my bank account, I'll kiss each and every one of you right on the mouth.Or buy you a hamburger because, as pointed out to me, apparently some of you would prefer that instead. Jerks.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-9565763451134057822006-10-29T21:21:00.005-06:002010-03-22T22:33:56.835-05:00

I've been doing a variety of creative exercises the last several months to try and try and squeeze my dried-up brain to recover some of my lost creative juices. These are practice tools I've picked up in a variety of places. A surprising lot of the material I've been over deals with nothing more than everyday handwriting and how the right and left hemispheres of the brain deal with it; the left

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-58736363448549132072006-10-20T21:38:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:35:59.278-05:00

Please heed my advice:There's a reason the back of my car turns different colors and it's not just to be festive. Sure, I'm aware the holiday season is soon upon us, but I don't celebrate this early. When my car begins to light up red on both sides, that doesn't mean my car is powering up so that I may speed up and that it's safe for you to do the same. In fact one might call it the very opposite

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-22394597460710813532006-10-14T17:22:00.003-05:002010-03-22T22:37:25.307-05:00

As I may have previously mentioned, I've been feeling rather old lately. I've decided it's not because I actually am old, but because things in my life's proximity are making me feel that way. Today, music has made me feel old.I was introduced to music at a young age. When I was growing up, my mother always had the radio on while she got ready for work and I ready for school. She also had it on

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-38916392196462514512006-10-07T23:23:00.003-05:002010-03-22T22:39:26.609-05:00

I woke up today to the anticipation of an eventful day hanging in the air as a pleasant scent may often do. Yet much like those elusive scents, I never was able to put a finger on quite what it was. All day I felt on the edge of my seat. All day I had a vague premonition of events that would never take place. I hold faith in the hopes that my expectations were a few days early and something of

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1160194017337513212006-10-06T20:55:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:39:47.009-05:00

I read an interesting article on why people make bad decisions which did a nice job of pointing the finger at some of the reasoning behind decision making that has always made me scratch my head. Not only of choices others make but that I myself make. If anyone has made a bad decision in their day, it's me. In fact, 90% of the decisions I made today weren't that great, so you can imagine my whole

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1160117648471838392006-10-06T01:50:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:40:14.170-05:00

I hope you all had your pink bracelet for Lee National Denim Day to support their efforts to fight breast cancer. As you can see, men can wear pink [for a good cause] and even handsome puppies can do their part.

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1159687048713248182006-10-01T04:12:00.004-05:002010-03-22T22:41:01.981-05:00

Have you heard of that "wine-tasting robot? If not, here is the quick run down. Someone smart enough to build a robot has built one that can, instead of doing useful things, use an infrared spectrometer to analyze the reflection of a glass of wine and thus deduce its taste. Apparently it can decide on the taste of other things as well, according to this quote:When a reporter's hand was placed

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1159671791100361982006-10-01T00:09:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:41:09.984-05:00

I realized today, sitting patiently in my overly small car while waiting on my banana-strawberry smoothie that would eventually see more of the sidewalk than my stomach, that I have become old. Yet the only people who would consider me old are those people that are under the age of 10. They don't realize that 26 is young. My body doesn't realize it either, with its creaky knees and random

Nickhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05412702150749211609noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3037756.post-1159667485329350192006-09-30T22:50:00.002-05:002010-03-22T22:41:22.506-05:00

In an effort to hopefully promote self-creativity by forcing upon myself a strict schedule - of which I've actually not made - I've decided to try my hand at a little bit of writing to empty my mind onto "paper" and see if there is anything in there worth keeping.

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