Prose and Cons

If you know me, you know I'm a bit of a fitness failure. I have yo-yoed on my weight, my flexibility is a joke, and I have been more wea...

It seems like there's something about driving home listening to Frank's Wild Years after a great night with a beautiful girl that j...

Some Things I Know (but there are far more things I do not know) I know a bit about time I first learned it, as we all do, in that moment w...

So, for the last couple of days I have been using my free time to transfer the entirety of my OLD online journal onto Blogger from LiveJourn...

I want to remember what life felt like to be new. I want fresh and fearless experience, unhindered by human drama and dreary cynicism. I...

An interesting phenomena has occurred here in Talkeetna. For whatever reason, everyone here calls me James. I am not opposed to this. In fac...

So, in the last two weeks since I braced this space to become my whiny headspace clearinghouse, I have worked and played and worked some mor...

I swear I have tried, many times. I've owned at least four different journals. I've gone from cheap black n' white marbled compo...

I came to the mountain to find my name. To hear it spoken in the resolute tones of the land. I came to find my name in the grasses of the ...