Ghost States

Mama, if that’s movin’ up then i’m…m-m-m-movin’ out.

I decided to censor myself and un-publish my previous entry. Judging by the glut of comments and influx of traffic I received in response to it, I’m sure it’s removal will widely go unnoticed.

Karma police, arrest this man: he talks in maths, he buzzes like a fridge, he’s like a detuned radio…

P[re].S. - many apologies for the increasing lengths of time between blog posts. In my defense, I had a blog nearly typed up a few weeks ago but somehow it vanished into the digital ooze. So I finally saw Bruce Springsteen.

So, I’ve been re-evaluating. Re-evaluating a lot of things. It’s something new I’ve been trying, ya know. Something that I guess I was pseudo-taught to never do. “Only accept the things you’ve been told”, they say. I suppose that was never a phrase that was actually stated to me (thus the use of the prefix “pseudo”), but it was more or less inferred.

A bigger blog will be shortly coming. I’ve got to at least get one a month to justify having this site. You may be thinking: that doesn’t justify you having this site. And you’d also be correct. But still, I continue to humor myself. This past weekend I humored myself by flying out to the Pacific Northwest to visit a few good old friends. It was short but most infinitely sweet. I had a blast and a half to say the least and a full two blasts to say the most.

…If we are not like Christ.