Ghost States

There just aren’t enough hours in the day. If I have learned one lesson in this my 27th year of life it is that the older I get, the shorter the days become.

In the hopes of keeping things fresh(er) on this site, I’m launching a new little page on here I’m calling “Notes To Self” (see top bar for the page conveniently titled, “Notes”).

Confession: I’m one of those wierdies who goes grocery shopping once every week. What can I say? I like my fruit and milk fresh. So sue me.

Sometimes you just need to go where nobody knows your name. Recently for me, that place was Southern California.

I’ve officially converted.

In the interest of promoting beautiful music, I’m going to spread the reach of my previous post a little wider. Instead of just friends, I’m including a few loose acquaintances as well:

A few days ago, I just so happened to stumble across an old blog of mine. It always makes for an entertaining read whenever I remember that demonstrations of my past inner ramblings are still publicly viewable. I started it in the winter of ‘03 when I was just a spry and naive 21 years old. Xanga was really taking off in those days and was pretty much the hub of all my pre-Myspace and Facebook online activity (side note: it’s funny how the internet goes through different “movements”, isn’t it?). I dutifully continued my blogging from then until sometime in the early summer of ‘06 which, thankfully, was a summer I’m particularly glad I didn’t recount.