Though the current project started as a series of posts charting my grief journey after the death of my mother, I am no longer actively grieving. Now, the blog charts a conversation in living, mainly whatever I want it to be. This is an activity that goes well with the theme of this blog (updated 2018). The Sense of Doubt blog is dedicated to my motto: EMBRACE UNCERTAINTY. I promote questioning everything because just when I think I know something is concrete, I find out that it’s not.
Hey, Mom! The Explanation.
Here's the permanent dedicated link to my first Hey, Mom! post and the explanation of the feature it contains.
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #304 - Mother's Day Trilogy Part One
Hi Mom,
I keep falling behind. Please do not take this as commentary on you and how important to me you are. Days are just packed, as reads on book of Calvin and Hobbes cartoons.
So, it's Sunday May 8th, Mother's Day, as I type. And I am throwing out my plans for more content packed entries to focus on pictures of you, Mom, and only a bit of text in a trilogy of posts leading up to Mother's Day (Friday-Saturday-Sunday).
I have been dreading Mother's Day. Liesel has identified that she often has a hard time on Mother's Day, though this year, she is all right (so far).
As the day drew closer and closer, I knew I would have a difficult time with it. So, so good, I write from the future,
I was just going to get my phone and reached it just as the alarm went off that I have set to the time of your death to remind me every day of what is, to date, the greatest loss I have experienced and yet, also, one of my greatest loves.
You are so beautiful, Mom.
This is a good picture of you. It's how I often think of you. Lori got your gene for smiling, and I didn't.
Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.06 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #303 - Randomly Thursday - a t-shirt reprint
Hi Mom,
The picture above has very little to do with the content, but I decided to share it now as it shows the family.
Since I am writing from one day in the future, I know some things. I spent some time with Dad today (Thursday), helped him with some projects, dealt with Ivan's car. Liesel asked Piper to make dinner, but then came home and decided to take us all out to eat at the Blue Dolphin. So, we had nice family time, like we did in the picture above.
Still, catching up, and I want to deliver my longer Eno entry, so this is a t-shirt reprint that allows me to catch up. I like this one as it shares variety of things, randomly, including a neat story about how I do not like to be without my wedding ring.
Today was a nice a day, and yesterday, I also got a hair cut, though at a different place.
Oh but first, some randomly links via Warren Ellis.
T-shirt #107: The Daily Planet, Random News, and the Missing Ring
I promise for once this will be short. Or at least shorter. I have gone a little nuts lately, but, hey, time off, vacation, freedom, and thus more writing and time in research. I had some fun.
Yesterday (Friday July 5th), I had a haircut.
Here is a picture of me in the salon (left).
I was just out the door of my home and at the stop light at our nearest major intersection when I discovered that I had left the house without my wedding ring.
Had I not been late to my appointment at the salon, I would have turned around and retrieved my ring. But I did not, so I thought that this would be a cute picture. A thank you to Tim at Ultima Salon for the photo.
I hate being without my wedding ring. I only take it off to shower or wash my hands. But sometimes, I forget to put it back on, such as when I am doing dishes and get called away or when I am in a hurry and leave the house in a rush.
When I am without my wedding ring and I am not absolutely certain where it is, I feel PANIC. I am terrified of losing it. Though it's just a ring, it is a very important ring, and I am sentimental about it. Made of Tungsten, if I am ever seriously injured, I may lose a finger as the ring cannot be cut off. It would be great if I was able to slip it off in the middle of a serious accident. I will work on developing that super power.
Of course, this time, my ring was where I left it on the bathroom counter, and I was much relieved when I returned home and put it back on my finger. Whew!
I was so proud when I got married and had a wedding ring that I swore to never take it off except for bathing or dish washing and such things. I debated as to whether I should wear it playing Ultimate as it is a bit loose when my finger shrinks in the cold, but so far, in almost four years, it has not slipped off. This is the main source of the panic. I have no visible evidence of being married without the ring, which is troublesome in and of itself, and which I never do on purpose, and if I am away from home, I am afraid that it is lost. I have to check to make sure I know where it is, which I cannot do when I have left the house. I also panic a bit when I leave the house without a watch, and at least once a week, I double back to make sure I have shut the garage door.
I already featured my other Daily Planet shirt in T-shirt #42. So, not much today about the actual Daily Planet.
Since the Daily Planet is a "fictional" newspaper (though as Charles Skaggs will tell me it is real and he writes for it), I thought I would close today's entry with some "news" of my own in the form of lists as I know how you all love the lists.
Here are a few random lists of the things kicking around my brain lately: things to recommend and share.
TOP FIVE FAVORITE BLOG ENTRIES Yes, this is completely self-serving and self-indulgent, but here are my top five favorite entries so far on this blog. If you have not read all of these, and if you have tuned in today, this may be a good sample for you. Thanks again for your kindness and your time. Granted, these are my favorites today. This is my own first impression choices of the moment. The list could change tomorrow as it is arbitrary in some respects. I probably could find better choices for numbers three and four, and I am only picking number two because of the video. (Though I am awfully fond of yesterday's T-shirt #106: Captain America.)
If you asked me to name five books I have loved lately and read recently (as in during the last twelve months), here we go:
The Name of the Wind - Patrick Rothfuss
Ready, Player One - Ernest Cline
Red Shirts - John Scalzi
Gun Machine - Warren Ellis
The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay - by Michael Chabon
But really, out of this list, Ready, Player One by Ernest Cline is the most amazing. Everyone to whom I have recommended it has loved it, and the audio edition with narration by Wil Wheaton is fantastic! Beware. You will not be able to put it down.
I originally mentioned Ready, Player One in the entry for T-shirt #61, another post that could have made the top five and of which I am enormously proud. (See how I am sneaking in more than a top five in posts?)
MUSIC I HAVE BEEN LISTENING TO LATELY
Again, a quick five items. Just the music that I have been listening to in the last two weeks, and in the case of number one, what I am listening to right now.
Spektrmodule podcasts
At Water's Edge podcasts
Love This Giant - David Byrne and St. Vincent
Out of the Woods Tracey Thorn
Destroyed - Moby
I wrote about Warren Ellis' Spektrmodule in T-shirt #75, another entry in which I take great pride.
The Tracey Thorne album came up in T-shirt #97 and lists of most listened to albums. Of course, Moby being in the above list is proof that often when I choose to write about something, as I did with Moby in T-shirt #99, then I am inspired to listen. I am going to see David Byrne and St. Vincent in two days (on Monday July 8th), so expect more on this subject following that show.
AT WATER'S EDGE, which is a great ambient podcast/ radio show can be found via the following:
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.05 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.04 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #301 - The Serendipity Letter
Hi Mom,
So, on Monday, I went up to Sangren at WMU to collect projects for grading. Our office is on the fourth floor, and lately, with the state of my legs, I tend to take the elevator. After collecting the papers, I am leaving when I spot this envelope seen in the picture above. It's sitting on a bench underneath the main stair in Sangren by the lower level entrance.
I stepped closer and read the front. I hesitated. Is this really for me? Well, clearly, it IS for me. The envelope clearly tells me so.
I picked it up and opened it. This is what was inside.
I took it home with me.
Tomorrow, I am going to put it back for someone else to find.
Something was going on in the building. Freshman Orientation? I am not sure. But I do not think I was really the intended recipient. And yet, the envelope was rather clear that if I found it, then it "belonged" to me. So, there you go.
But the note made my day. I was having a rough day. I had just written about your 300th day gone, Mom, and I had final grades and various annoyances of life. The letter lifted my spirits. I felt hugged.
The note also made me think. Now that the semester is over, I have been struggling to turn my thoughts back to my fiction writing. I had stored book ideas in head that I had not written down yet. I became terrified that I had forgotten the ideas. When I drilled down, I found that some details may have slipped away, but the broad strokes are still there. But this line of thought connected to what Warren Ellis wrote in his weekly ORBITAL OPERATIONS newsletter (subscribe if you dare at that link of the name of the thing).
I am bold-facing the key sentence. He wrote the following, for the Sunday May 1st letter, which I include here with due credit to Warren, my favorite writerly curmudgeon and recent survivor of a brain event: I could probably shake this story idea out of my head if I spent a day or two on trains and planes. Two weeks of studying vertical cinema (the portrait frame - also, these days, known as "your phone"). And now it's all quiet. Making a red pepper omelette for breakfast with an espresso and fresh lemon juice in half a pint of water, chicken breast and organic tomato with a glass of wine in the evening, reading Beckett and listening to Soma FM Drone Zone. Little drizzles of occasional email and the distant underwater pings of sleepy messaging apps. I'm probably going to go and see the Louise Landes Levi gig at Cafo Oto in London later in the week, which is probably the only time I'll be in a room with other people for the next little while. It's just me in my own head with a shovel, to see what's composted there this year so far. This is the part of the job that doesn't get talked about a lot, not least because it's hard to talk about, but also because it doesn't involve Productivity and Goals and The Magic Of Writering and The Grand Statement and all that good stuff in interviews. Sure, we all talk about the important Staring At The Wall And Farting Around time, but it's also about sifting through the shitpile at the back of your head and deciding if you actually have anything to say. Any idiot can recycle the monomyth and plug in a setting and a handful of blank characters, but that's not the same as having something to say: about the world, life, a thing, even yourself. I have a whole folder of loose ideas that dried up and got thrown in the folder because they and I turned out to have nothing to say about anything - they were just collections of cogs and levers. And by that, I mean probably eight to ten dead ideas, written up and filed, for every one that gets published. It's a moronic way to work. Some of my books only speak to me, I'm sure. It's just the only way to work that I know. I think I should probably open another bottle. Please join me. Or take it away from me.
So, this got me thinking about writing, and my life goal to be a writer. I say I am a writer because I do write stuff. I am paid for some stuff and have been paid for other stuff, so I qualify, I feel, to claim to be a professional writer, as much as I feel such a claim is often fraudulent and I am a giant sham, propped up with tent poles and sporting a few trapezes and stilt-walkers.
It's true that I have devoted myself to daily blog posts, which I cannot quite do daily, but I do manage to get things posted for each day eventually, even when I fall behind. Hi Mom. This is my second go around with daily blogging. T-shirts was meant to be proof that I could write every day and that I could produce a certain amount of content each week. The transition from that daily devotion was meant to be aimed at fiction. When shut down daily transmissions of T-shirts in March of 2014, I was supposed to devote myself daily to fiction writing or at least aim to produce the same amount of text per week as I had with T-shirts. This did not happen. In fact, I even struggled to post a weekly blog entry about comic books after T-shirts ended.
I have been working on a novel project since 1995 called Cyber-Spell. Often it's a reflection of what I have been reading. When I first conceived it, I had just read Snow Crash, and so it was heavily influenced by that novel. Later, other influences insinuated themselves. In the last two years, I have doodled with it as much as I can but school interferes. I started the year with renewed energy to keep it in my thoughts, concocting ideas, brainstorming. I did well for the first two or so months of the year, but as school really consumer huge chunks of my life, my mental energies for Cyber-Spell waned. By the first of May, I realized I had not thought about it much -- no real brainstorming -- in weeks.
Though there are many issues that have arrested my progress with the book over the year, false starts, re-starts, offshoots, one frequent struggle is that I want it to be good. I want to write a great book. As a young man, I thought I shit gold. I did not worry so much about the quality as I was fueled by the engine of youth. As I got older, as I learned more, knew more, I knew that I had very lofty goals and often felt the fraud. Could I really write a great book? Was I talented? And so, I was easily influenced. I would cleave to something I was reading as THE ANSWER. That's it, I would say. Eureka! That's what I need to do to make the book a great book. And often these feelings would be accompanied by fear: can I really pull it off?
So, Ellis' words in the above struck home, and they fed all those insecurities. Would my book be good enough? Would someone like Ellis like it? Or am I just aping the same old tried crap that so many others churn out in endless variations of cliché and banality?
I started reading JG Ballard's The Atrocity Exhibition, which did not help. It's a brilliant novel because Ballard is a brilliant writer. Am I just as brilliant? I do not feel as brilliant.
And then Monday I found the note. SERENDIPITY. Maybe I should not worry so much about what others are doing. Maybe I should just focus on what I wan to do. I should trust my instincts. I should focus on what I want to do, what I want to say. I am not an idiot. I may work with monomyth but I am not recycling it as much as re-using it. I will not and plug in a lackluster setting and characters will not be blank. I have something to say. Turns out, I have A LOT to say about the world, life, a thing, even myself.
I am giving up the good; I am going for the great.
Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.03 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
PS: This was not the original post I had intended for today's blog. More serendipity. I am open to change the plan to fit the things that life and living provide.
PPS: update 1605.17: I took the note back on 1605.13 and left it for someone else. Within a few hours, it was gone.
Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #300 - Musical Monday for 1605.02
Hi Mom,
Entry #300. I had planned something special for the 300th blog post, but I already acknowledged the 300th day since your death, Mom, and since today would be the new feature of Musical Monday, I decided to stick with it.
And this content feels significant to be count zero in the final sixty-five daily posts to Hey Mom.
Today is not a collection of all time favorite tunes of mine, but instead an odd hodge podge of music I want to share, some of which are favorites ("La Vie en Rose") and some of which are just beautiful ("Alone in Kyoto").
When I started this feature, I was inspired by Geeta Dayal's Another Green World (which I still need to write about... don't worry, I am working on it). I was especially inspired by the discussion of the healing power of music in regards to Eno's album Discreet Music.
And then a friend turned me on to an Eno article on NPR about how chorale singing changes lives. A book by Stacy Horn -- Imperfect Harmony -- chronicles her about how singing in a chorale group made her life more bearable. In the following link, IN 2013, Ari Shapiro interviews Horn and Brain Eno is quoted.
This is TALK OF THE NATION, from NPR News. I'm Ari Shapiro. Musician, composer and producer Brian Eno is both a legend and a pioneer. He played synthesizer with Roxy Music in the 1970s. He's largely credited with developing ambient music, and has produced records for Devo, the Talking Heads and U2, and collaborated with many more, from Paul Simon to Coldplay to Grace Jones.
He is also - as he shared with NPR for This I Believe - a fan of singing together. And one of the most critical elements to make it work, he says, is song choice.
BRIAN ENO: You want songs that are word-rich, and also vowel-rich, because it's on the long vowel songs of a song, such as "Bring It on Home to Me" - (singing) you know I'll always be your slave - that's where your harmonies really express themselves. And when you get a lot of people singing a harmony on a long note like that, it's beautiful.
In an earlier interview, from 2008, NPR shares about why Eno believes in singing and singing together, here: Singing: The Key to a Long Life: Eno.
I believe that singing is the key to long life, a good figure, a stable temperament, increased intelligence, new friends, super self-confidence, heightened sexual attractiveness and a better sense of humor. A recent long-term study conducted in Scandinavia sought to discover which activities related to a healthy and happy later life. Three stood out: camping, dancing and singing.
and...
So I believe in singing to such an extent that if I were asked to redesign the British educational system, I would start by insisting that group singing become a central part of the daily routine. I believe it builds character and, more than anything else, encourages a taste for co-operation with others. This seems to be about the most important thing a school could do for you.
The following text from - Brian Eno Lists the Benefits of Singing: A Long Life, Increased Intelligence, and a Sound Civilization - via OPEN CULTURE (link above) by Colin Marshall
In Brian Eno’s A Year with Swollen Appendices, one of my very favorite books, the well-known rock producer, visual artist, and “non-musician” musician writes out all the things he is, including “mammal,” “celebrity,” “wine-lover,” “non-driver,” “pragmatist,” and “drifting clarifier.” The list gives us a kind of overview of the man’s many facets, as well as of the many facets we all have, but it doesn’t mention one of his most important roles: that of a singer.
Even within the realm of music, you might not immediately associate Eno (who there made his name spouting synthesized sounds into Roxy Music’s early records, creatively shaking up big acts like David Bowie and U2, and pretty much inventing the wordless ambient genre) with singing. But of course he’s done it since his earliest solo albums and continues to do it on relatively recent ones, and you can hear samples of both here in this post.
“I believe in singing,” says Eno. “I believe in singing together.” He expounds upon this belief in an NPR segment called “Singing: The Key to a Long Life.” He also credits the practice with the ability to ensure “a good figure, a stable temperament, increased intelligence, new friends, super self-confidence, heightened sexual attractiveness and a better sense of humor.” It offers the chance to “use your lungs in a way that you probably don’t for the rest of your day, breathing deeply and openly,” to experience “a sense of levity and contentedness,” and to “learn how to subsume yourself into a group consciousness.”
Beyond simply, er, singing the praises of singing, Eno also explains just how he goes about his own practice, regularly bringing together not just friends willing to sing, but “some drinks, some snacks, some sheets of lyrics and a strict starting time” — all centered around a carefully curated selection of songs. Years of this have convinced Eno of singing’s importance to our very civilization, to the point that, as he says, “if I were asked to redesign the British educational system, I would start by insisting that group singing become a central part of the daily routine. I believe it builds character and, more than anything else, encourages a taste for co-operation with others.” And it would certainly encourage whichever student turns out to be the next, well, Brian Eno.
I posted some of the Eno sing-song songs last week, and so this week I want searching for "Dream." I found this song, and my wife and I both love Priscilla Ahn. Liesel introduced me to Ahn, so...
But I doubt Eno had this song in mind. I suspect he had the Everly Brothers' song in mind.
I follow these two "Dream" songs with a beautiful cut by Air: "Alone in Kyoto."
Next, an English translation of a song I know best because of Edith Piaf's French rendition, but here is "La Vie en Rose" by one of my favorite artists, whom I found on You Tube, Daniela Andrade. Kooley High's "Days Passed Me By" follows. I am not sure how I came upon this song, but I love it, though it sounds like a TV theme song from the 1970s, and I can't place which. Then Prince's cover of Radiohead's "Creep" from Coachella 2008 that has been making the social media rounds since his death. Then, if you have made it that far, some truly interesting stuff via Warren Ellis, one of my chief sources for interesting stuff. As Warren wrote: "Anyone up for some folkloric ambient drone from the Ukraine? Got you covered. HERBS AND POTIONS by Gamardah Fungus is gorgeous."
And to conclude, another Warren find, a podcast from the Kahvi Collective of some great and yet mellow electronica. Enjoy.
In November 2013, Bowie showed up in a Louis Vuitton ad, directed by Romain Gavras. It starred the model Arizona Muse, who worked the Vuitton merchandise while Bowie and a Louis XVI court setting provided her with a lavish, slightly surreal backdrop. There are nods to the ball scene in Labyrinth (Bowie as another aging satyr ogling a young woman), Adam Ant’s “Prince Charming,” Sofia Coppola’s Marie Antoinette and so forth. Creepy doubles, a festooned man who looks like a plague victim, a set of levitating monks: it comes off like a budget-bursting episode of Russell T. Davies’ version of Doctor Who. For the ad, Bowie offered a new mix of the song with prominent harpsichord (played by Henry Hey, as per the Next Day Extra credits, which suggests the “Venetian” mix was planned for the Vuitton ad early on, or that perhaps it was a scrapped earlier mix of the track that Bowie earmarked for the ad—some versions of the ad used a harpsichord-only variation in spots). Hey’s harpsichord complemented Gerry Leonard’s lead guitar riff, which, in the track’s original mix, dulled itself through repetition (that said, the original mix better showcased Zachary Alford’s tricky shuffle pattern). While the “Venetian” mix couldn’t salvage the song’s grating bridge, which pops off with Bowie shouting “teenage sex—YEAAH!”, it added batteries of new vocals to the gorgeous outro, whose long-held “flyyyyying”s (in debt to John Lennon’s lysergic vocals on “Rain” and “Tomorrow Never Knows”) were some of Bowie’s finest performances on the record.
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.02 - 8:00
NOTE ON WHY THE DAILY BOWIE IS NO LONGER DAILY: For 53 days, I completed daily Bowie posts. My schedule is too demanding to make a post every day, so this will now be a feature that is called The Daily Bowie, but it will not be daily. I will post as I can. I will post often. But if I miss a day, I will skip it. Otherwise, I get in the position of making five Bowie posts all in one day, and that's a lot of Bowie for people to swallow all at once... (yeah, leaving that badly phrased, innuendo packed statement. I bet Bowie would have laughed at it).
Hi Mom, As you know, we have always liked to make Sundays a day of rest. Or as much rest as possible when things have to be done like work, laundry, grocery shopping, meal cooking, chicken chores, and so much more, including posting two make up blog posts.
I work very hard all week, and so I try to take Sundays off. Lately, this goal has not been well achieved. For most of the year, I have managed only half a day of non-work each Sunday and sometimes that half day started at 3 or 4 p.m. (which is far from a half day even when I sleep in until 6 a.m.). And when I say "take the day off," I mean, stop working, stop doing chores, lie on the couch, read comics, and watch sports. Sometimes, I nap. Football delivers an easier deadline. I usually manage to hit the couch by at least 2 p.m. Sometimes I am even decadent enough to start by 1 p.m. But without football to schedule my time this winter, timing the rest can be tough. Though at times, I either left work that I then went back to later in the day or just stopped, leaving work undone.
I have spoken with my therapist about this need for rest quite a bit. It's essential for my mental health that I achieve three goals each week: 1. I get a sufficient amount of alone time; 2. I stop work by around 8 p.m. every night and read and relax until I fall asleep (usually by 10 p.m. at the latest); 3. I stop work on Sunday and take some or most of the day off.
I saw a break in my schedule, and so I decided to take off all day today, Sunday May 1st. As such, for the first time in so long that I cannot remember the last time it happened (probably over the Christmas holidays when I actually have no work for a few days), I did not do any work all day Sunday. Instead I posted two blog entries and farted around a little, then I went shopping with my wife, and among those things I managed some chores, like laundry. I even took the dog for a walk and listened to more of Bleak House (I am almost done!!). But by about 3 p.m., I hit the couch and read a large stack of comic books.
The picture at the header is from March, but I like how it's blurred to mirror the speed at which I read through (paged through) probably close to three dozen comic books and decided, during my perusal, to drop some titles from my monthly subscription list. I read Warren Ellis' weekly newsletter, which is always a pleasurable experience. I watched Baseball and basketball. Tigers and Warriors won! I ate some chili my wife made, though total rest was interrupted by cleaning up the kitchen for 30-45 minutes.
I consider this day (which again I am writing from the future and back dating), Sunday, May First, as a successful fulfillment of my need to rest and recharge, but I could do more, I could put in more hours toward battery re-power. I now have a new goal. And this should be my epitaph. I need a Living Will so my wishes are followed after death. At the site of my memorial, I want inscribed:
"Here lies Christopher Tower, the gmr: he wanted more."
Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1605.01 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
