Twentysomething

But instead of being sad – nostalgia often induced that.. it was more bittersweet, a more layered sentiment that recognizes where I am now...

Today, I didn't care any more. Like everyone else, I took the hour-long ride as an opportunity to sleep. Surprisingly, no one snored.

Dire warnings, indeed. But I can't help myself, so this blog will see a little more of my observations as a cog in the very quirky world of Internet tech.

I caught a skin infection of some sort in Asia. I think it was Asia. Definitely India and possibly Egypt (Africa, I know).  It's hardly noticeable on my face but my forehead has scab-like dots all over.

My old stomping grounds, the evangelical movement (EM) in the States, has pinned their hopes on the Republican Party and the current administration.  It looks like change has been in gestation for some time, and the younger leadership is steering the big vessel beyond the wedge issues of "abortion,

In any case, I think living in the basement has really gone to my head.  There is no light and so it is pitch black when I "wake up"