Sometimes I come home and I don’t recognize the smell of my apartment. It’s as if I’m entering someone else’s living space. I look around and recognize things, objects, but like the scent, they too seem to be without history. … Continue reading
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“It’s not the daily increase but daily decrease. Hack away at the unessential.” Bruce Lee The first time I read that was in the book Bruce Lee wrote while he was recovering from a broken back. I was probably about … Continue reading
My morning walk to work will be hard to give up, when that day eventually comes. Coffee in hand, sun on left-face, bluest of blue skies, slow 20 minutes up Riverside Drive and across at 116th. It’s not the New … Continue reading
On Friday, I stayed in the office until probably 11p, putting the finishing touches on my 1st response paper. It turned out mediocre, but that’s because I really forced my argument. These days I’ll take any opportunity to acquaint people … Continue reading
In motion, can’t get real soon enough. Watching my body come back to life from the injury has been everything. Blood is flowing and my muscles are filling out, back to normal. I’m hitting the bag for 8x 3min rounds at … Continue reading
The apartment is quickly turning back to Bushido Dojo, emptying out, growing larger, growing peaceful. I woke up early and spent some time looking around while the coffee brewed and the eggs fried. Big spaces get better wafts of cookery, … Continue reading
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2:47am. Sometimes when I lie in bed sleeplessly like this I move my pillow to the side so I can put my ear on my mattress and hear my heart beat through the springs. Sometimes it beats out of me. … Continue reading
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I woke up in the afternoon after catching up on sleep and recovering from a later-than-usual night. I get baguettes from my favorite supermarket some weekends, and that began after learning that if you stick them in the oven for … Continue reading
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Cold air, Cold sleep, Painful dreams. Open sky reflecting myself back at myself, Ruthlessly. Fists closed, I come at myself. Bite down. Damn it, don’t kill the lesson. Bite down and eyes closed. Knock me down, Motherfucker. It’s just me … Continue reading
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Last night I went to watch a jazz set at a restaurant. The singer is an old friend and I try to catch her a couple times a year. She gigs out all over town. Her voice is nice. She’s … Continue reading
