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The stuff, Day 90

Waaaaaay too long since an update here. Only excuse I have is job search. I am hopeful. Seven interviews for five jobs in last few weeks, including one today. Anyways, this charger for my laptop gets tossed today. My son... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 89

This parking pass is from my then minimum wage job, now $7.75/hr. job... I figured I'd be there at most a couple months. Then I'd have a new full-time gig writing or editing and be done. With a new career!... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 88

After a way too long hiatus due to: 1. The end of my first P.R. job and needing to work more at my just above minimum wage job, 2. Time and my inability to prioritize, And 3. Laziness I am... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 87

Shirts. They help me remember. They are memories, good and bad. It is extremely hard for me to cut them loose. Two are going. An old Virginia shirt that has seen a decade and a half or so of my... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 85

May try some ketchup today.... This book mocks me... In headier times, I bought it. Those solitary days (and nights) of living alone, drinking, eating, listening to music, watching movies, and reading. I'm a dad now, which means I know... Continue Reading →

The stuff, Day 84

Phil Hellmuth's "Play Poker Like the Pros" book. Was a gift from Emily. During the "poker boom."  Never did become a pro. Just one of those things that make Colin Hay's lyrics resonate.

The stuff, Day 83

This one was easy...And hard... My second favorite pair of plaid shorts. Ripped. While playing with my son today. I wore them for hours afterwards, because "there's no way they really just ripped." Derp.

The stuff, Day 82

Jek Porkins. Bought this years ago. Put it on my desk at work at the Sun Journal. Those days died. Since, it's been on a shelf. Giving it to my son Izzy to destroy now.

The stuff, Day 81

A very old Champion sweatshirt. Story to come later... Later... This was left behind in my abode in college. By a gal I had a serious crush on. The first one in the UVa days in Charlottesville. She was the... Continue Reading →

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