Archive for October, 2004

Dead relatives

Sunday, October 31st, 2004

On a Thursday night a week or two ago, time runs together so I’m no longer certain which, I had a drinking dream. Drinking dreams are not uncommon. They occur more often in early recovery, but people with decades in the program have reported them in meetings. I’ve had using dreams before. I’ve always awakened […]

The good fight

Saturday, October 30th, 2004

I’ve only hinted around at the difficulties I’ve experienced during the past several months. Part of it is my nature to keep things inside, part of it is a tendency to minimize those things (I think) I can manage. Part of it is hope that change—or just plain relief—is just around the corner. Part of […]

Ain’t nuthin’s ever easy

Wednesday, October 27th, 2004

Some sort of crisis is forcing the gal who does my hair, Louise Marie, to change the software she uses for her online store. Wouldn’t you know it that the first e-commerce site I’m seriously working on is a Canadian company selling mainly to the US, but also to Europe. This requires conversion among four […]

Fuckhead

Sunday, October 24th, 2004

On the tail end of a lazy weekend, lost in a story on P.L. Nunn’s Bishonen Works, a shrill beeping brought my head back to reality and my hand out of my pants. WTF? Investigation led me to the bedroom. No, not as loud here. Back to the living room, Yup. Louder here. Then to […]

Eyes and ears

Tuesday, October 19th, 2004

A month ago I broke my tri-focals. I was fortunate enough that on the following Monday or Tuesday when I dropped by the optician, that they had another set of frames that fit my lenses. $149 later, I walked out with my old lenses mounted in jet black Wolverine frames. Another problem, which I’ve related […]

Language of Recovery

Wednesday, October 6th, 2004

“Hi, my name is Bruce and I’m an alcoholic and an addict.” That’s the way one introduces oneself at a meeting. Occasionally, I find it necessary (and entertaining) to add, “and I’m a recovering drama queen.” We say these things at meetings to remind ourselves of who and what we are, and what will become […]

Short Takes

Friday, October 1st, 2004

David Byrne’s PowerPoint thing wasn’t what I expected. I had hoped for more of the tongue-in-cheek irrationality found in his music. There wasn’t much of that in the work itself. The talk, however, was exactly that. The other works in the exhibition—pencil logic-tree diagrams and lenticular (?) photos of corporate “tombstone” signs were just great. […]