Twentysomething

Two-point-Oh tries to imitate a coffee utopia – a transcendent combination of swagger and finesse.  Large windows, glimmering against the valley sun, open out into a broad plaza.

Standing in line for the bus ride home, I read the text etched on one of my buttons: "Label of graded goods, 1993".  I peeked at the other buttons.  They all said the same thing

The mysteries of human connections are too deep for me to stay under too long.  The cynic in me thinks that many of these couples settle for one another.

Swimming, for me, is a bitch. I swim as well as a fat kid waddling through quicksand.

For the new year, I'm going to try and exercise my writing muscles, fast twitch, slow twitch.  I thought that I'd combine my two loves: photography and prose and have a weekly (what can I say, modest goals) of using an interesting photo from Flickr and

I don't like how lists have pervaded the modern consciousness – how we think and present ideas have degraded into lists.