A Polar Bear's Love Song

I don't need to climb mountains to experience mystic panic...

Friday, February 14, 2014

A letter to my first love, on Valentine's Day, thirteen years later

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Dear you-know-who-you-are, It's been thirteen years. How are you? I'd like to say that I rarely ever think of you, but that woul...
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Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Old wounds

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I don't let go of things easily. This has always been a problem for me, and I've spent the better part of my life trying to make the...
Tuesday, June 28, 2011

In defense of math and science and fact-based learning.

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Before I begin this quasi-rant let me make one thing perfectly clear: I am not the world's most factual thinker. That's not to say...
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Saturday, May 21, 2011

Rapture, baby!

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Since people may be suddenly bodily ascending to space today, I thought I'd celebrate us sinful bottom dwellers by our captain, our Rogu...
Friday, May 20, 2011

Something's rotten in the state of Tennessee...(a blog in pictures....)

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And it ain't Claudius. In case you haven't heard, or read, here's the story: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2011/05/20/tennes...
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Tuesday, May 17, 2011

it's the end of the world, as we know it.....

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On Saturday evening, I drove into downtown LA to attend a fabulous theatre piece that some dear friends of mine were in. As I was stuck on t...
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Thursday, March 31, 2011

Crazy like a Greek Polar Bear

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Occasionally, though not all the time, I am a wily, outside-the-box thinker. I would love to be able to claim this as being a continual and ...
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Suitably nerdy, fumbling toward grace, constantly striving to be a better bear. I refuse to measure out my life in coffee spoons.
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