Yep. I sure do. So well that even my closest friends don’t know when I’m faking it. Is that a bad thing?
Nov
28
If there is one thing that I cannot stand, it’s ringing in a New Year with things hanging over my head. For the most part, I’m pretty good about tying things up right away, but there are always things that get put off for “someday”. For me, the end of the somedays is when the year ends. I cannot start anew with old things still clinging.
Nov
26
Tomorrow I’ll be recording at least one song.
Several weeks ago I played the GE open mic and felt mediocre about it. It looks like performing with Offsides is going to fall through, but the recording bit is going along.
Nov
26
I just finished reading this book, Jennifer Government, by Max Barry. This is the novel that the game, Nation States is based upon.
What a cool story! I’m not quite sure if I would classify it as Science Fiction, but that’s the closest categorization that I, personally, can fit it to.
Nov
24
This year, on Thanksgiving I am thankful:
- For my son, a wonderful child becoming a wonderful, whole, healthy, happy person. He is a joy to be around and he is learning from me, the best parts of who I am.
- For my family, loving and supportive, together doing the best we can to take care of each other and help each one of us take care of ourselves.
- For my friends, true and loyal, real and distinct, for support and company and the occasional shoulder to cry on.
- That I have a job, that my career continues and I still love my work.
- That I am healthy and feel ~*alive*~ every day.
- For the music that pours out of me, and the occasional opportunity to share it with others.
- That I can look back and really see how far I’ve come… that some things are over and well behind me.
That’s good enough, I think… for now, anyway.
Happy Thanksgiving!
~FG };^>
Nov
23
It always amazes me how certain things that, by rights, should be rather alarming can be not only taken in stride, but stated in a very calm and rational manner. “Your coat is on fire” is one of those things. Any article of clothing, on fire, tends to be understated and factual. One friend of mine surmises that the reason for this lack of panic or even urgency in tone and delivery is so that the person on fire can calmly and rationally pat out the fire and not wind up spreading it in their panic. I guess that’s as good an explanation as any.
I don’t know about evenings that end with me on fire…
Nov
23
I turned off comments for a reason. I’m not looking for sympathy or empathy. I don’t want pity or virtual *hugs*.
I originally sat down to write this a month ago, but reconsidered - several times, in fact. I have since decided that if this is really going to be my journal, it needs to *really* be my journal, and that means the dark stuff, too. If this can’t be a safe place for me, then I do not have one and that is a frightening concept.
Feel free… no, feel encouraged to skip this post. It was going, initially, to start with, “I fear I am losing my grip on reality.” Things have changed…
Nov
20
It happens to me every couple of years. I get totally fed up with life and Albany and people and everything. These are the moments when I up and decide to run away from home. It’s been probably four years since I’ve run away and last time I went to visit Girl at her parent’s house outside of Detroit. It was a ludicrous conversation that led to that point, but I could never do it justice in text.
I’ve been building up for a while - the need to run away, to get the hell outta dodge. I’ve been putting it off, but I finally hit the point where I could wait no longer. So I packed a suitcase full of dirty clothes, put my guitar on my back, picked up a couple of magazines at Barnes and Noble and jumped a Greyhound…
And proceeded to embark on one of the worst travel experiences of my life.
Nov
17
There always comes a moment when clarity is granted. It’s not something that you can seek and find, but just when you find yourself at your most confused and you can’t seem to figure out why nothing makes sense, all of a sudden, that missing piece falls into place.