Moving Right Along

We're moving into a new apartment this weekend. It's nice, a roomy 2 bedroom place over in the Parkrose area (East of 215 off of 122nd). I'm excited to get everything in and make it "ours". We got some paint and are going to do a wall or two, and we have lots of artwork, and I'm excited to see how it all shakes out.

So I just sent this to my wife...

Viva la Valentine's day.



Yeah, I know, I'm a nerd. Thanks to Diesel Sweeties for the idea.

Sitcking this here so I can refer to it later...

Whatever became of the moment when one first knew about death? There must have been one. A moment. In childhood. When it first occured to you that you don't go on forever. Must have been shattering. Stamped into one's memory. And yet, I can't remember it. It never occured to me at all. We must be born with an intuition of mortality. Before we know the word for it. Before we know that there are words. Out we come, bloodied and squawling, with the knowledge that for all the points of the compass, theres only one direction. And time is its only measure.