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Considerations for Your Parting Words

May 10, 2011 (Tue)

Have you ever given much thought to what your final words might be? I think about that subject a little more often than I probably should. It’s not as though I find myself overly preoccupied with death lately. I just happen to be suffering through an obnoxious obsession with significance. Am I the only one [...]

“You’re Welcome, Kiddo”

January 27, 2011 (Thu)

I was writing up a budget report at work this afternoon when the friendly facilities worker popped her head into my cubicle to ask me if I had any garbage to throw out. I handed her my trash can and thanked her. “You’re welcome, kiddo,” she called over her shoulder as she moved on to [...]

Humbug to Those Yuletide Lies

December 24, 2010 (Fri)

Christmas has meant many different things to me over the years as my beliefs and worldviews have changed. Yet there has been one constant which has always stayed with me ever since the age of nine: my contempt for Santa Claus. If I were a comic book super villain, my origin story would probably begin [...]

Inside Thoughts

December 7, 2010 (Tue)

Raise your hand high if you’re like me, and you suffer from an excess of irrepressible “inside thoughts”. I’m not talking about your usual stream of consciousness, the standard train of thought that never seems to disembark. Thinking is what the brain does, and it is either unable or unwilling to cease its idle thinking [...]

KZ Gets Physical

November 29, 2010 (Mon)

I caught a terrible cold over the Thanksgiving weekend. My shoulders and back muscles are suffering through a familiar soreness, the kind of pain you would normally feel the day after a hard workout at the gym. Sometimes I’ll feel cold, and sometimes I’ll need to open all of the windows in the apartment in [...]

Fear of the Dark and Subsequent Scars

October 7, 2010 (Thu)

For a good while during my early childhood, it never occurred to me that the darkness of night was something to be afraid of. Back then, I had no idea that malevolent spirits lingered in the shadows, or that vampires and demons flourished under the cover of night. How could I have known that spectral [...]

This Is the Way it Begins

September 17, 2010 (Fri)

Much of this life is tinged with misdirection, mistaken notions, unconscious resentment dressed in justified indignance, as if the validity of civil rage were any better than the ferocious roars of primal urge. We monsters of monstrous insignificance, blips of uncertain near-certainties, existing by the nature of collapsed intention, explosions and collisions of particles gathered [...]