Rather Suspect

Herein you may find one or more of the following: strange obsessions, dubious logic, deep-dives that lead nowhere, fake-outs, double-backs, and assorted musings on time, space, existence, planets, stars, the universe(s), and favorite flavors of ice cream.

I work in software but when it comes to thinking, nothing beats a simple notebook and a pen that has the proper weight. Right now for me that pen is a Pilot I picked up in a wonderful store called Kakimori while on a trip to Tokyo. Still on the hunt for the perfect notebook.

When not writing (blog posts, emails, or angry missives scrawled on a bathroom mirror in ink of suspicious origin), my prefered state is to be on a trail, ideally running (to something not from, especially not from something that is growling.)