| I had a dream:
My father and I went the fair. In my dreams he always taller than me, like Frankenstein tall. We ran around the fair for awhile, climbed some stuff, and then jumped down to a grassy area. I ran up to my dad and he grabbed me and threw me up in the air and caught me. Then I woke up and "Tonight, Tonight" by The Smashing Pumpkins was playing.
We'll crucify the insincere tonight
We'll make things right, we'll feel it all tonight
I miss my dad.
His job has him living in Arkansas during the week, he flies himself home most weekends, sometimes he stays longer.
Poor substitute for seeing him nearly everyday. Something I've done for 24 years.
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| It seems that once upon a time I was part of a larger community, that is to say, I knew people.
More and more it seems that I see the same 50 people everyday, and they're all homogeneous. I've surrounded myself with educated white males.
All so very insular. Xenophobic even.
It seems that I know no one, and no one knows me. I've become just background. A face in a crowd. I miss seeing and being seen, being known, knowing.
Just can't seem to find the common denominator anymore. I guess really what I'm trying to say is, I'd like to go to a party every now and then where there are people I don't know.
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| I trolled through all my old posts tonight. I think I'll start blogging again despite my feelings that blogging in and of itself is an incredibly vain thing to do.
Yes. I did just denounce all of you for doing what I just did.
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| pics from the mohawk days... 
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