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As time permits, in-depth musings on myriad subjects will be posted. Abbreviated adages will be announced via Twitter.

Sunday, January 19, 2014


Nearly all audibles have excused themselves from the house today. My wife is off to church, so the soft whir of the refrigerator's cooling unit is all that interrupts the rapid inhale-exhale of a two year-old toddler, asleep on my lap. Wiped exhausted from a virus terrorizing his tummy, he slumbers, dreaming of choo-choos, clutching a Cookie Monster doll, the brilliant blue of which sits mutely envious of the azure of my boy's lidded eyes.

Thursday, January 16, 2014


As I hope to be up just past 4:00 tomorrow morning, I need to make this brief and get to bed, pronto.

Over the past few days, I've been toying around with a redesign of off242.com, the personal site/domain I've had since the late-90s, used primarily for experimenting in digital design. This go-around is making more use of CSS and stripping down the heavy code & content on the site. The new off242.com is to promote & showcase me. It's still a work in progress and will likely continue to be so for the next several weeks and/or months. Providing you didn't link to this blog from that site, pop on over there and take a look-see. Then, if you've some kudos or constructive criticism for me, drop a line and let me hear it.

With all that out of the way, I'm off to pack my swim bag and hit the hay. Yesterday morning's swim has me all jazzed about being back in the water. I hope to make this into a once or twice a week habit and maybe start getting back into some semblance of shape.

See you on deck, and thanks for reading.

Sunday, January 12, 2014


Thereat once more he moved about, and clomb
Ev'n to the highest he could climb, and saw,
Straining his eye beneath an arch of hand,
Or thought he saw, the speck that bare the King,
Down that long water opening on the deep
Somewhere far off, pass on and on, and go
From less to less and vanish into light.
And the new sun rose bringing the new year.

from Idylls of the King: The Passing of Arthur
Alfred, Lord Tennyson

Granted, the new year is now a dozen days done, but the quote from Tennyson is one of hope, and it is with hope that 2014 is entered.

The previous year was not a very good one. Problems at home and abroad kept me from enjoying very much of anything until the year had all but expired. All was not dark throughout 2013, but if ever there was a year where a mulligan was to be taken, this was the year. So much could have been done differently with no less results that it seems worth a shot. Alas, no such thing is to happen, so losses are cut and onward I tread: Fitness lost, weight gained, but family & sanity both in tact.

Sundry experts have spouted that the making of new year's resolutions is not a healthy endeavor. However, I have made a few, including the resurrection of this blog if, for nothing more than to get me writing again, for it is yet one more thing I have fallen out of the habit of doing, and I aim to do better. At this. At being active. At being a better husband, father, son, brother, nephew, cousin, friend.

Words now fail me, likely having headed for the haven of a bed with the promise of sleep. Not for too long, for the alarm will rouse me in six or so hours' time, but long enough, I hope, to recharge and be ready for the rising of a new sun on a new day in a new(ish) year. 

Thanks for reading.