And the time goes where exactly?

Excuse me, but, where did November go? Where did October and September go for that matter? I feel rushed out of the present all the time because the world likes to hurry me out of the moment and into the future. In this fast paced world we live in, why are we always worried about what hasn't happened? Planning for Christmas when we haven't even reached Halloween, worrying about the last cookie in the package when we are enjoying one from the top of the bag, and over-analyzing tomorrow when we haven't even made it through today. Shit's exhausting.

From now on, I challenge you as I challenge myself to totally and completely live in the now. I know this sounds like some new age bull shit, but let's be serious. Make small steps everyday to enjoy your day a little more. We wonder why we all turn into stress freaks, emotional wrecks, and anxious over worrying people. The key is letting it all go, and appreciating the moments that we have to cease... in the present.

Are you up for the challenge?

When you find yourself at your first Comic Con

I never had the opportunity to share my stories from Comic Con in San Diego with the Silver Sprocket Bicycle Club earlier in the year. And to avoid writing pages and pages of jibberish that only makes sense in my memory, here are the links to my photos from the trip and the Silver Sprocket Blog which Mickey and Eoin updated for us all on the trip.

http://flickr.com/photos/14238386@N07/sets/72157606452857424/

http://www.silversprocket.net/blog/

I must say some of my personal highlights were getting to stay with my long lost sister Amber Glossine for an entire week, the trials and tribulations of ten mile bike rides on bumpy San Diego streets, and getting to nerd out with the raddest people at the Con, the Silver Sprocket Bicycle Club. Oh yeah, and getting a ton of free stuff, having geek overload from all the "famous to me" folks I met, and just the experience of being present at one of the great shining beacons of geek culture. It was more incredible than I could have imagined and I feel so lucky to have gone.

Can't wait for next year.

Killing With Style

It's Friday night after one of the blackest of days and it's time to update this blog! I hate going for too long without writing. It leaves me with a guilt that I assume a cheating spouse might have. Life is my mistress and it likes to take me away from the things I am most fond of, at least one of them.

Before I complicate myself with metaphors that aren't that good in the first place... I asked the great Cary Rodda (who I'm sure is one of the few readers of this page) for some writing prompts or anything that might inspire a word or two. This MIGHT be one of those prompts.

I have realized in the past five years how terribly in love I am with Italian films and Giallo as a genre. I know most of my friends are film nerds and I'm just preaching to the choir, but really... Italian film makers, buono lavoro!

Having an unusual taste for everything blood soaked and suspense filled from a young age, Giallo was sure to find me eventually. I remember finding Dario Argento's Suspiria at age 14 with no way of knowing the degree of cinematic gold I had my hands on. I, obviously, have been hooked since that day.

Even if you aren't a horror fan, Italian films will not dissapoint you. They are full of striking cinematography and there is absolutely NEVER a shortage of beautiful women to look at. And instead of continuing on about how much of a nerd I am...

Italian Directors you should look up on Netflix: Dario Argento, Lucio Fulci, Mario Bava, Riccardo Freda, Antonio Margheriti, Umberto Lenzi, Ruggero Deodato, Joe D'Amato, and Gualtiero Jacopetti.

And now I'll watch Le Notti del Terrore for the 57th time.

Arrivederci!

November Sky

I like this time of year, and contrary to popular belief... cell phones take decent pictures.

"You're miserable, edgy and tired. You're in the perfect mood for journalism."

Something very unusual has happened to me. I, for the first time in a very long time, am at a loss for words. Words are a large part of my life. I read them generously, I speak them with care, I write them in anger, or astonishment, or confusion, or inspiration, or boredom. As of late, it's been difficult to formulate the chaos that is my head onto paper or into an Internet blog such as this.

I am now trying to end this stagnate on translation of internal dialogue.

And here I am, writing words, doing just that.

Word word word...

Oh.