It's interesting how old childhood habits manifest in one's adulthood. When I was little I would become silent when offended. The silent treatment was my game -- often I wouldn't speak for days until an apology was made. Now, without intention I fall silent when someone hurts me. I become incredibly pensive: deciphering the nature... Continue Reading →
It's okay to be tired yet not able to sleep at night. It's okay to avoid the dark when it comes and light candles in a every corner to escape her. But eventually the lights will go out and you won't be ready and in that moment give up all control and let the darkness have its day.
I'm constantly impressed by the way in which the film industry uses new innovative marketing techniques to bring watchers to the theatres. This is the marketing for Kubo and the Two Strings, it includes an interactive game and trailer. The geek in me loves their constant effort to keep such a treasured media alive... Continue Reading →
I catch myself sliding in the midst of happy things. Suddenly everything is grey and dull and the girls are talking without me. When did I become wall paper?
Capturing one's youth comes with a side of privilege. You didn't have to order it, in fact it isn't even on the menu, but it's baked into what you're eating. What do you mean? Often times, here in the Western world we forget that our luxuries are luxuries. Nowadays, our daily lives are recorded in... Continue Reading →