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Posted in life on Dec 10th, 2005
As hard as it is to imagine, I am actually lower today than I’ve been in the two months since Michele died. The threat of losing my job in a month has taken the one “stable” part of my life and, not only made it unstable, but made it the biggest threat I’m facing. Most [...]
Posted in life on Dec 9th, 2005
Ah the nomadic life of a technology knowledge worker in the free trade market. In what is becoming an all too familiar scene in my life, I was informed today that my contract will be ending on January 12, 2006. And on a Friday too, so I can spend the entire weekend feeling helpless and [...]
Posted in elsewhere on Dec 8th, 2005
I’ve written a two month letter to Michele over on her site. I find that expressing some of what I am thinking and feeling as if I were writing to her (something I did almost daily for most of our relationship) helps me.
There aren’t too many things I regret from the past ten years of my life. Michele and I met online on December 28, 1995 and, until her death two months ago, we were inseparable.
1996 USAKF National Karate Championships
The dojo I belonged to hosted the nationals in 1996. I was at the peak of my ability [...]
Posted in nerdliness on Dec 7th, 2005
Posted in life on Dec 6th, 2005
Posted in life on Dec 5th, 2005
The number of people I connect with and interact with on a daily basis has only gone down by one and yet it feels as if I have no connection to anyone at all. I sit alone in this apartment staring at the walls with mindless television or movies droning on to mask the oppressive [...]
Posted in life on Dec 3rd, 2005
This morning I screwed up my resolve and went to the credit union to have Michele taken off our joint account. To my surprise the bank officer there counseled me to wait at least six months before proceeding with her removal. As she put it, “Once her name is off the account there is no [...]
Posted in life on Dec 2nd, 2005
The silence in my life is the hardest thing to deal with now. Coming back to the apartment from work or the movies or dinner out is coming back to a place of silence. And in that silence all I can hear are my own fears, thoughts, questions, musings, screams, whispers, and silence.
Running a load [...]
Posted in diversions on Dec 1st, 2005
