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Nasty Habits

Paul Theodoropoulos — Mon, 08 Jan 2007 03:50:25 +0000

Confession time. I have a nasty habit. It’s filthy, it’s hard to control, I’m guilty of indulging it at just about any time, and I’m really, really, trying to get this monkey off my back.

Moribund

Paul Theodoropoulos — Tue, 19 Dec 2006 18:24:05 +0000

That would be the word used to describe a blog that’s idle for more than five months.

Not that there’s a soul on earth who was aware that it was idle. In that characteristic, I share a wealth of comrades across the net. One can only imagine how many blogs are out there, started in good faith, with freshly washed face and apple cheeks, only to slide into the oblivion that’s inevitable when one ruminates with the general interest value of ‘Dear Diary’ without a lock on it. Or alternatively, when one ruminates on self-referential ruminations on self-reference. There! I did it again! …And again, right there! Wow.

Paul Feels Mocked.

Paul Theodoropoulos — Sat, 01 Jul 2006 18:18:13 +0000

G**gle is mocking me. It likely won’t stay consistent, but the G**gle ads showing right now—next to my tale of highwire devil-may-care window cleaning—are about Window Cleaning. "There’s No Window We Can’t Reach! Call Now For A Free Estimate!"

Where Was I?

Paul Theodoropoulos — Tue, 27 Jun 2006 01:59:09 +0000

So what prompted the story about 1979? Well, i was about to write an humorous little story about an incident from back in my misspent youth. That story is actually an outgrowth of the events of 1979 detailed previous.

while my mother was in the hospital, in intensive care, given those ominous odds of ’50/50′ chance of living, i sat with her weeping. this was about a year after i had graduated from high school, and i was quite directionless. i’d had no plans to go to college, even though mom always wanted me (all three of her sons for that matter) to go to college.

sitting there, i decided that the right thing to do was to promise her i would indeed go to college. to do that for her.

so i did. i hurriedly applied to san jose state university, and started classes barely a couple of months after her accident.

of course, i pretty well frittered away my college years. i was still directionless. i had no real conception of the responsibilities that lay ahead as an adult (and since my emotional development had come to a screeching halt at age eleven, perhaps that makes sense).

i took history of art, graphic art, fine art, electronics, metalworking, philosophy. pretty much whatever interested me at the moment. never declared a major. dropped out in my third year.

but….i digress. that humorous little story, yes, i remember now.

Laryngitis

Paul Theodoropoulos — Sun, 25 Jun 2006 03:23:19 +0000

As should be painfully clear by this juncture, I have no voice. Which is to say, if you took a map of the United States, and each throw of the dart were a post here, you’d have landed in a kibbutz in Israel, a yurt in Mongolia, and a walk-up flat in Liverpool.