If you’re reading this, then you already know I’m prone to acting on stupid plans; you know like riding a kick-scooter across the United States. Sometimes these plans are slightly less legal, and maybe a bit more dramatic.

Binary is the language of computers. At the most basic level, all programs are processed as a series of 1s and 0s, on or off. All or nothing. Sometimes I seem to also exist in a binary state. It’s all either 1 or 0. Full on or nothing at all. I never seem to be able to find the mid-ground. I keep hearing about this moderation stuff, but I’ve yet to master it.
Right now I’m working on two things. Junk food and running.

One day last week, I woke up in the morning, thoughts of a pre-work run in my head. I found, however, that I could not get out of bed. No, this is not another entry about depression or anything fun like that. This is an entry about cold. As in “Oh my god, what the hell did I move to Texas for, why is my room so damned cold?” I didn’t make it out from under the covers until the last possible second, and even that was just for two …

Meta is one of those words I use quite a bit, that often causes my audience’s eyebrows to rise. It’s a very common prefix used to indicate that the word it’s attached to is reflexive in some way. Metadata, for instance is information about some datum or other. Taken as an abstract concept, meta typically indicates an external view of some function. Meta-humor, it follows, is jokes about jokes – the comedian who makes fun of his own delivery, for instance. (Yay for Eddie Izzard.)

The tendency of a body to maintain its state of rest or uniform motion unless acted upon by an external force.
Surprisingly similar to depression.
It’s Oct 21st. I’ve been in Austin for almost two months now. In that time I’ve made new friends, found an apartment, and got a job. I like my job, and I like my apartment. Oh, I also like my friends. But still, i whine.
I suppose these are all good things, or at the very least they’re what I set out for as I prepared to settle …