Monthly Archives: September 2004

I had the weirdest dream last night. The most bizarre things were occurring. It was so strange. It was fantastic. It was unlike any dream I’ve ever had before. Wow, I’ll never forget it. You wish you had this dream, … Continue reading →

Though earlier today I was deliberating with myself whether to visit mom or not, somehow I managed to drag myself to her home. I’m glad I did, too. She looked good–healthier than I’d imagined, though the cap on one of … Continue reading →

If you heard today’s audio post, you know that I visited the doctor today and underwent an EKG, receiving abnormal results. This does not mean I have anything serious to worry about–not yet, anyway, since I have to undergo a … Continue reading →

Alfred E. Neuman for President! Though most of it is fiction anyway, I stay away from politics on this site. Still, don’t you think this may as well be the face of our next president? Listen to a teaser of … Continue reading →

Well, I didn’t make it to see mom yesterday. It’ll have to be another day, since I’ll be at the hospital today. Yesterday I ended up at perhaps the one UCLA library I hadn’t previously visited, me being the library … Continue reading →

I had an epic dream last night, but now I can’t remember what it was. While I’m trying to remember, I’ll continue testing out my audio mixer. First experiment using the mixer (well, it’s not really much of an experiment, … Continue reading →

“Dream Job” (teaser) [Audio post; CD-quality WMA stream] Still haven’t heard the teaser trailer for that audio project I’m currently working on? Shame on you! Listen to it now while I’m setting up that new mixer I just picked so … Continue reading →

I must tell you that the Ghiradelli dark chocolate blocks you can buy at Trader Joes are much better than the Hershey’s dark chocolate you can buy pretty much anywhere else. Especially when you place it in your fridge and … Continue reading →

On my way home, on the bus, I can’t help overhearing a conversation between two men regarding sports.

These are my thoughts as I leave my mom’s nursing home this evening… …crossing railroad tracks on my way to the bus stop, the sun falling low on the horizon…