Relationships

I hope in some small way, as we deal with commutes and spouses and kids and putting the dishes in the dishwasher and making sure the forks go with the forks and the spoons go with the spoons that we find the way back to ourselves?

Here was a woman whom I had married, who is now a mom, but somehow so many many other things

I’ve always liked giving gifts and thinking about others. It’s just that for the longest time recently, it’s hard to spend time on family things when in the back of my mind, I’m thinking about my paused career or jobs or projects delayed.

It’s a good read. For example, I’m journaling again because it’s a good way to keep a database of my emotions and memories. I’d like to log my progress better this year.

He didn’t respond to my email asking to catch up when I last visited New York earlier this year and I don’t know if we have anything in common any longer. I think maybe we’re both a little relieved that the friendship has now receded into yearbook photos.

I’ve been falling into the embrace of Imogen Heap’s voice.  Her harmonization with the vocoder still sounds futuristic and surreal after all these years.  The audacity to record 5 minute track with just her raw voice is incredible. Innovator. Mad scientist. Creator.