Those three sexy letters: I.B.S.

So I have Irritable Bowel Syndrome, otherwise known as IBS. Yeah, this is FUN to talk about with people. You’ve got your flatulence, your distended, bloated, gassy, fartbag stomach… everyone loves a food baby, but it’s even better when it’s a food monster, growing and shrinking as hours pass and you do… or don’t… digest. …

9 out of 10 personalities agree…

In a creative frenzy the past few months, I’ve started at least four blogs, bought a couple domain names, installed apps for this and uninstalled apps for that. The driving need is to find a frame for my 108 interests, 25 personalities and 87 moods so I could do the whole digital-lifestyle-personality-branding-thing for myself that…

commitment issues, cameras, and the couch.

The other day, meeting up with my mom, I texted her to bring the camera I’d lent her, since she wasn’t using it. Later that day, coming home, I set the camera down on the table in my entryway… and realized, Wait, that makes three. Why had I felt I needed it? I HAVE OTHER…

the juicy tidbits in a black hole.

I’m always trying to think of ways I can inspire people. This sounds cheesy but it comes from the darkest darkness – the question, Why do we bother? I ask myself that question so often that it defines my daily pursuits. I blog to find the answer. I work in marketing and advertising to find the…

order, chaos, and the cat fur on the floor.

I’m sitting on my living room floor looking at a carpet amply strewn with bits of cat fur. My big kitty, Sammy, is rolling in catnip I sprinkled around for him. My little kitty, Pickles, jumps him. They tussle across the dining area in silent combat. They wrestle a lot, thus the clumps of fur. I feel content,…

booze, bud, and the “truth effect.”

I have become a stoner. This is a surprise. I was old when I smoked for the first time – in my late twenties. My head is always so free-associative, my moods always so undulating, I never wanted to add drugs to the already overwhelming mix. And those early forays into getting high, in my late twenties…

dating gone wrong: the pimp.

I started to tell this story in video, and stumbled into a swamp of politically correct apologizing and caveats. Long story short, I have recently moved to a “diverse” and rapidly gentrifying neighborhood in South Seattle. When I go out for dinner or drinks I often ask myself, Where did they put the black people?…

the meaning of life and how I’m nerdier than I thought.

I talk to God. I don’t believe in “God the bearded father of Christ who benevolently overlooks Heaven and Earth.” Or any other version of the god-concept you encounter in churches and temples around the globe. Still… I talk to him and he talks back. Don’t be silly, of course I don’t need medication. Actually…

the Single Girl and the Wedding.

My cousin is getting married. He is one of six siblings, three of whom are already married. I did not go to any of their weddings. Historically, our families haven’t been very close. And I go to great lengths to avoid spending time in a church. If nothing else, restraining the head-spinning and projectile vomiting…

your life is a story, is art.

Most creative folks think a lot about empty surfaces. The potential. It can be hard to think about creation in terms other than medium, vessel, form. And it can be easy to find that potential either intoxicating or overwhelming. Write in an empty journal to create ideas where there were none; paint across a blank…

at my grocery store.

I had a nervous breakdown tonight – one of many, recently – driving home from work. I told myself I should go to the grocery store near my apartment, buy some ground beef and some flour shells, make tacos. Instead I drove past the grocery store to a Mexican restaurant and paid them to make…