You’ll have to forgive me, I’m on attempt one thousand, four hundred thirty three, of stopping smoking. More accurately, I’ve stopped smoking successfully a number of times—and as so many in my shoes can proclaim, “I’m a professional”—but this time I think it’s going to stick given that one, I’ve crossed the boundary of nearly…
Author: aslynn
Yo-yo
My health is a like a yo-yo. That’s what they call a simile. My health is also a yo-yo, which is a metaphor. In both cases it’s a complete pain in the ass. What do I mean by all this obfuscation? Simply, that no matter what I seem to do my health goes up and…
Exercise
I was never a natural athlete. Growing up I would have much preferred a pencil and a pad of paper to doodle in. A quiet corner of the house and a book. A bike and a Queen of Hearts through the spokes. Imagine and creativity and learning, things of the mind, those were my things….
Why I Wrote
It all started with King Koala. Well, that and my dad. He’d written a handful of books while he lived and taught in Australia, around the time I was born. Then in second grade, after I was back in the States and had lost my accent, I penned and illustrated a series of stories about…
Sleep
Sleep has always been a struggle for me. Okay, to be fair, the struggle it is today with the miracle medication known as Ambien is lightyears away from the struggles I had pre-Ambien. For most of my life it’s taken me on average two hours to fall asleep. Even then, if I woke up, my…
Drive to the Beach Day
I know, I know, my journaling capabilities are far from what they should be, what they were, but here goes: Drive to the Beach Day. Today I drove to the beach. That is, after I showered and the wife and I grabbed something to drink at the local Starbucks. It was noon by then, warm…
Is it Sunday?
It’s Sunday, but I don’t exactly recall that. Tomorrow’s Memorial Day weekend, so I have the day off, which in itself makes it an unusual Sunday, so it altogether doesn’t feel like a Sunday, as in I hope I’m not too hung over to recoup by Monday, Sunday. No, it’s not that kind of Sunday…
A Very Sappy Dream
Long dreams last night. I recall a subway line going through a shopping mall—as opposed to escelators—much more fun if you ask me. But I don’t recall much else. I don’t spend my showers replaying my dreams (most of the time) as I used to (most of the time). I do recall sitting in a…
Columbia
Work dreams aren’t the norm except for when they are and when they are they’re not welcome. As with most things this is not always true, as my rare jaunts into the early nineties where I’m surrounded by the constant buzzing of McDonald’s fryers and I’m smiling because, despite only taking up a year of…
Proposed AMENDMENT (XXVIII) to the Constitution of the United States
AMENDMENT XXVIII Section 1. The third and fourth paragraphs of Article II, Section I, of the Constitution of the United States, are hereby repealed. Section 2. The third and fourth paragraphs of Article II, Section I, of the Constitution of the United States is hereby superseded as follows: Legally eligible voters in their respective States…