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I'm the sort of person who'll never keep a beat with the natural cadence of life. I'm realizing that for the first time, right now. I'm realizing that I'm best at sampling things in bits and pieces.



That, of course, is because permanence scares the shit out of me. And because I haven't an attention span, nor do any of my friends. We are all dark and depressed and vacant and selfish.



Why do I fall in with that lot? Because I've no choice.



So how did I get into… Continue

So that trip home to Melbourne certainly got the best of me. I helped my mother pack away a lifetime of memories into U-Haul boxes, and listened to her lament my brother's apathy, my father's infidelity, and my sister's indifference. My best friend, Evan, is doing exactly the same things he did when I left six years ago. In all actuality, everybody is doing exactly the same things they did when I left six years ago.



I think life is about fluidity. Life is dynamic. Dynamic and fluid.… Continue

So I'm back after a grueling three days in Melbourne. Serves me right for not having a job, I did, after all, have to get a rent check from my mom. One of the last, of course, because she's going to have a lot of expenses very shortly. She is moving home to Hicksville, Long Island, at the end of August. She's going to be teaching again, at the community college.



I'm happy for her, I really am. She's wanted this badly for years, and now her children are old enough for her to abandon… Continue

So, I am in store for another strange Melbourne visit this weekend. It's always really fucking weird there. Not weird in an unfamiliar sense because Melbourne is frozen, exactly the way I left it. Snowbirds like to think it's paradise. So it really has nothing to do with the place...



It's really just the people from high school who make it weird. Seeing them stuck in suspended animation at dead-end jobs is kind of saddening. Then, after two or three days, I start to feel like a… Continue

Ok, so I consider myself a reasonable guy, right? But I tell you, this whole college of business thing is starting to get on my fucking nerves. I mean, wtf? Here we are paying good money for some stuffy, dust covered, moth-eaten-sweater-wearing-teacher to tell us how to be successful? Excuse me, but teaching ain’t exactly “making it”, you know? What’s the saying…”Those who can’t do – teach.” All I’m saying is where are the REAL business-men and women at cause they sure as shit aren’t teaching… Continue