A draw for the new year

I recently wrapped up a long-term collaboration that was very significant to me, and was the basis of my spiritual life and work for the past seven years. It was time, maybe a little past time, so I don’t regret the ending exactly, but I’ve been feeling a bit adrift…

On aging, gift-requesting, and receiving

One thing about getting older is that I really don’t ask for gifts very often. It’s rare that there’s a thing that I absolutely must have, other than a book here and there, or a game I probably won’t find time to play, or an experience that I’d really rather…

Inigo Montoya would not agree

But I kind of like this line. It’s from a new book (released on Tuesday!) that I’m pretty¬†geeked about. The Chicago library has exactly one copy on order, and I’m at the top of the list to get it. He liked waiting, though. There was a holiness to it. Waiting…

Job interview rant

My most recent job interview was yesterday morning, out in the northwest suburbs. For those of you keeping score at home, this is the interview for the mystery position where I was instructed to tell the receptionist I was there for a meeting, and not to mention an interview. Since…

Terrified

Terrified

If you're the sort who enjoys webcomics and Sinfest isn't on your regular list, I humbly submit that it should be. I don't think I'd recommend starting from the beginning, since that would involve beginning from comic #1, which is dated January 17, 2000. Today's comic is #4,146.

(As an aside, there have been 4,378 days between January 17, 2000 and January 12, 2012. In other words, there have been 232 days without a comic. In the last twelve years. The mind boggles more than a little.)

In any case - I wouldn't suggest plowing through the full archives. But do consider reading, even if you just start from today's rather beautiful strip about love, inspiration, and abject terror. I can't help but feel for Fuschia here as she confesses her angst to the kindly coffee shop owner. 

Tarot Fail

I attempted another draw this morning, thinking that I could let the card percolate for a while during the drive home to Chicago and maybe even get it posted from the car (while someone else drives, I promise). Somehow, though, it just isn’t happening today. In unsurprising news, my mind…