joined on 04/20/06
last updated 10/22/09
developing psychic abilities,
Garb Exchange,
Pennsic Dark Thirty,
Pennsic War,
Precognition,
SCA: Socially Challenged Adults,
Society for Creative Anachronism,
The Green Fairy,
The Vulgar Unicorn,
Very Hot Wenches,
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about me
More of a thinker than a talker anymore. Trying to find my sense of humor while planning my escape to an island filled with sun and freedom.
What does freedom feel like?
(blog entry)
A couple of weeks ago, on a Monday morning, I walked from my office on 11th and Market to a training class at 16th and JFK. The class was unimportant really, an entry level Access Development class that I needed to assist me in finishing an Acces...
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Off the Grid part 3
(blog entry)
In the dark of night I reach out and fumble for a bit, my glasses at my fingertips before they fall off the upturned barrel I have taken to using as a bedside table. Instantly I hear the clatter of metal and glass on wood, I know exactly where th...
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Off the Grid part 2
(blog entry)
What does it take for a person to make a jump like this? Going off grid, fringe living as I describe to my Pop; and to any other poor soul who can take my ramblings. But really, I ask myself, what does it take? Does it take a monumental event; ...
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Off the Grid
(blog entry)
The one thing that War always re-affirms to me is that I am on the wrong path. An office, a 6 figure salary, the 9-5 posh white collar job... I'm there. I made it. And I've never been unhappier.
Give me an island, any island or even a beach....
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A couple of weeks ago, on a Monday morning, I walked from my office on 11th and Market to a training class at 16th and JFK. The class was unimportant really, an entry level Access Development class that I needed to assist me in finishing an Access 2007 database that I had begun a couple of months prior.
It was the first sunny Monday of the year and I got to go outside and walk around. My work related responsibilities temporarily suspended so that I could attend this class. The sun was g...
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In the dark of night I reach out and fumble for a bit, my glasses at my fingertips before they fall off the upturned barrel I have taken to using as a bedside table. Instantly I hear the clatter of metal and glass on wood, I know exactly where they and one single movement, the pads on the bridge are resting in their usual spot on my nose; the grooves on my nose give tell tale signs that I have worn these spectacles for much of life and will be forever enslaved to them until I scrape together...
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What does it take for a person to make a jump like this? Going off grid, fringe living as I describe to my Pop; and to any other poor soul who can take my ramblings. But really, I ask myself, what does it take? Does it take a monumental event; or is it the ebb and flow of the water of life eroding away that shell of "What should be done" versus "What we want to do." What we want to do is often called in question, we dream so big that we fall into it's shadow. The darkness haunting us, re...
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The one thing that War always re-affirms to me is that I am on the wrong path. An office, a 6 figure salary, the 9-5 posh white collar job... I'm there. I made it. And I've never been unhappier.
Give me an island, any island or even a beach. Give me the tropics and the bright sun and sand. To smell the water, the unique smell that only the sea gives. Give me simplicity. Give me a little dinghy to fish out of or a small wooden cat so I can sail from one island to another.
And wh...
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July 24, 2006
Wow... what can I say? After almost 7 years together, he still challenges me, amuses me and makes my heart a-twitter. He lets me be who I really am and pushes me to grow in ways I never imagined possible. He has a tenderness that others never see and a strength that makes me feel safe. I am stronger than I've ever been because he is part of my life. I've had to stand up strong and take on things I never thought I could. At the same time he allows me to be fragile and need him. I am never afraid when he is by my side.
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